Because, perhaps when I've changed, the universe will work in my favor.

I have come to adore sleep.

Sleep is when you are all mine, and if you aren't next to me, I can dream that you are. No one is taking your time up but yourself. No one can disturb our time together, until morning texts you feel are important. Calls will go unanswered at this time. No one can interrupt a conversation we have, for there are none. [In the waking world, I give into my competitors stronger voices and uninteresting chit-chat; how can they have so much to say?] You're so sweet at the time right before sleep, and it's just for me. I try to stay up just a little longer than you, so that I can relish it. The quieter I am, the more I can tell you are soundly asleep. If I am loud, if I do toss, you stay sleeping anyway. If I move ever so slightly toward you, you will fling your arm over my waist and snuggle in close, sounding so content. I do this often. You rarely remember these instances.


Then that bloody dog will bark, or that damn phone will chatter, or someone will need a favor, and you're up and away from me and my world where it is just us. You'll take on your role being big brother to everyone who requests it of you. I'll close my eyes and pretend you're still next to me, and dream of it until it is too cold to convince my sleeping self to remain there, when I jolt awake and wonder where you are. I know where you are. You're always there. I'm not in a relationship with all these people, most of them couldn't give a damn about me anyway. Then I wait all day for sleep to come again. Will I be allowed to stay tonight? Or will I have to sleep uncomfortably at home, where it is at least quiet, but you aren't there? Perhaps I'll just stay up all night, in hopes of napping with you later.


And that, dear, is why I sleep in so late.

Understood

I get it. Everyone is better than me. And everyone is infinitely more interesting than I.

Attention

Does it really need to be spelled out? Or am I just that unremarkable? Perhaps now you understand my concern?

Telephone

Maybe I do want to be treated as a princess afterall.

Drift

This semester has made me feel very unlike myself.
I am selfish, boring, and tired, all the time.

This is not me. This was never me.

Sadtown. Sad sad sad sad sadtown.

Woe is Me

Using only song names from one band, answer the following questions.

Pick your Artist:
Warren Zevon



Describe yourself:
Excitable Boy

How do you feel:
Numb As A Statue

Describe where you currently live:
Please Stay

If you could go anywhere, where would you go:
Veracruz

Your favorite form of transportation:
The Envoy

Your best friend is:
Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner

You and your best friends are:
Werewolves of London

What's the weather like:
Ain't That Pretty At All

Favorite time of day:
The Rest of the Night

If your life was a TV show, what would it be called:
Poor, Poor Pitiful Me

What is life to you:
Life'll Kill Ya

Your relationship:
El Amor De Mi Vida

Your fear:
Lawyers, Guns and Money

What is the best advice you have to give:
Hit Somebody

Thought for the Day:
I'll Sleep When I'm Dead

How I would like to die:
Accidentally Like a Martyr

My soul's present condition:
My Shit's Fucked Up

My motto:
Gorilla, You're a Desperado

Chokehold

Is it really a threat?
I know it's not.
Why do I seem to feel it is?

Year of Carnage

If I were to die, I'd want to be remembered. More than just a measly facebook group with <60 members, with 3 wall posts. I'd want to be truly missed. Truly.