April 28, 2011

how 'bout that drama

dear no deposit no return diary,

understandably, hand prints on a dirty trunk lid are funny when they are on there just so perfectly, like artwork. i like art. i heard a song i must've heard a thousand times tonight- and i fell in love with it again all over. all over and there ain't a word in it. i really didn't  know it was a song by itself, i thought it was an introduction to song five- but its a song all to itself- a song i can select repeat on- and i did. sometimes i obsess over music- when i find something i like. i am picky about the music i allow in my head. noisy music crowds me and makes me feel sweaty- even when i am not even warm on my skin- and my heart beats fast and under my fingernails will itch. arguably, familiar music makes a person feel at home and welcomed- even in the most hostile of an environment. and guess what else. someone got kicked out of work and IT WASN'T EVEN ME THIS TIME.