“I promise, that one day, everything’s going to be better for you..”
Whats up with me and tapes lately?
I often wonder how i will think of the present as the past in the future. If that makes any sense at all. Like thinking im 30 and thinking about how things were when i was 20. The same way our parents thought that disco would always be cool, i cant wait til my kid tells me how terrible the music i love is. I wonder what ridiculous style my kid will have. He/she will look back on my style and wonder what was wrong with me while i think the exact same thing of what they are wearing. what if its a trend to wear just tighty-whiteys, a tie, and tennis shoes?
What if i woke up one day and turned out to be a 45 year old black man who just had the acid trip of a lifetime, id probably kill myself.
i cant find my donnie darko dvd. it makes me sad.
damn it. this makes my post it idea look like shit.
|mood| Waking up is no longer a chore.