the fall of the world’s own optimist

There is nothing that competes with habit
And I know it’s neither deep nor tragic

– aimee mann, ‘You Could Make A Killing”

it’s all good, it’s all OK. i’ll just be forced to look outward and onward because after 2 (semi) break-ups in one day while slightly being crabby from a hangover i’m forced to realize: life can’t be that bad. Yet at this moment I’m holding on by the thinnest of threads with a dazed expression on my face.

nonetheless it’s not that bad. I’ll just listen to jann arden till i snap out of this. or fall all the way in.

mehhh…2 songs later: the only thing that is keeping me from crawling back into bed for another 12hr sleep is the reasurance i got last night by making out with a cute painter at play. I’m still young enough to gauge my self-worth by how many people wanna get with me. and may i never grow out of that.

ANYWHO I’m about to eat dinner then head to St.Albert to watch Lucinda Williams tear at my heart strings a bit more.

15 minutes later: Come to think about it, i feel free for the first time in years.

As a new rule of thumb: I need to start pursuing people that didn’t know me during my fro-years.

I will re-read this in an hour, and delete this post knowing it’s so condesending.