||[May. 15th, 2004|04:58 pm]
|||||the appleseed cast > steps and numbers||]|
so i did something, and i probably shouldn't have. it really was an accident. but now there's nothing i can do except feel bad about it. maybe i'll forget in a year, just like everything else. or maybe this will be something i keep in the back of my head always, revealing itself every time i turn down streets i've never seen. i think i'll just ignore it, at least until the summer.
that baby across the street needs to shut the fuck up. i've been listening to crying infants all day long which has squelched any inherent desire i've ever had to care for or mother another tiny human being. they gave me one killer fucking migrane. seriously, now when i look at a baby, i hear that noise the bride hears in kill bill everytime she sees someone on her death list. i'm not quite sure what this means.
it's a nice saturday afternoon in the springtime, and while some of my friends are going to prom or out with their friends or boyfriends, i'll be sitting on the couch by myself. so if you need me, i'll be here.
ps. i'm sorry :/