Y are obtuse obstacles and spiritual directives generally painted in a hazy shade of ambiguous amber.
Has crystal clear clarity gone the way of the trendy pacifier necklace of years gone by.
When do one night stands become one month hooker look-alikes and one year fucked up for life aches.
Y cant I drum up enough patience to sit in one cubicle and focus on one tedious/ tired mission statement for more than three months at a time.
Y cant I love the utterly mundane, stay enchanted with the ordinary, enthralled with the obvious, interested in the less than interesting.
When will I stop running away and after everything, in no particular direction.
Will I ever get my act together long enough to understand why.
The Jaded song just started on WPLJ , serendipitous indeed.
I think its time for some early morning flavored smirnoff smoothies, for that smooth sailing pretend sensation and purely pink sunrise catching.