and live another day. forget snoozing another five minutes. it might be a fucked up day, royally so, but i will dream again when night falls.
the oddest thing about the first song you dedicated to me. in the next verse, it said sorry about the mess, but when we team up, we always seem to bring this place to the ground. what is the word i'm looking for. irony? coincidence? poetic justice? i'm not sure.
you ought to know by now that i've always hunted hellhounds. i surround myself with them. i have always had more than just the tragedy that i dared myself to endeavour with you. and i suppose there will be others, each more devastating than the next, until i am driven mad by my unfathomable desire to be a toy for idle gods.
work has been decidedly slow these days. i might even get to leave early today and do some shopping. i need to buy a pencil box and maybe eighty thousand more pretty pens. ^^
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