Monday, May 11, 2009
UP, UP, UP
I'm awake at 6:50 which really isn't a big deal because my internal alarm clock would have me up anyway but today is different. Someone has been tweeting all night so my cell phone never stopped going off. And my head is filled with clutter. It's like I opened a trash bag filled with things I was set to through out and littered them through my already cluttered brain. I pulled a scab off. There was no bleeding but now I keep staring at it. Waiting for it to call. Hoping even...without expectation but still with yearning. FUCKING CALL ALREADY. LET'S TALK SHIT OUT AND CLEAR THE AIR. please.