Nostalgia in the form of emo music lyrics.

"Sally's Song"
Tim Burton

I sense there's something in the wind
That seems like tragedy's at hand
And though I'd like to stand by him
Can't shake this feeling that I have
The worst is just around the bend

And does he notice my feelings for him?
And will he see how much he means to me?
I think it's not to be

What will become of my dear friend?
Where will his actions lead us then?
Although I'd like to join the crowd
In their enthusiastic cloud
Try as I may, it doesn't last

And will we ever end up together?
no, I think not, it's never to become
For I am not the one [x2]

Drive-by Posting

Doing a little better today. Might have something to do with the fact I chopped off ten inches of hair today and have been doing the hair swish at every given opportunity because it's so light. (And when I say "I chopped off ten inches of hair," what I mean is that I paid someone who is trained to cut hair to chop off ten inches of my hair.)

I appreciate comments to f-locked posts I've received and I promise, were I fully coherent, I'd respond to you all. My friend responded to my email, and so I'm going to respond to him and play catch up as well as do some good old venting.