Saturday, January 17, 2009
Reheal this covers
Revisiting angst. Death Cab plays in the background. Eccentricity seems more vague. I'm just a carbon copy again. Oh, what it was to be so naive. Don't get me wrong. I'm still playing quite the fool. The fall guy. I don't even know what I'm getting at with that statement, though. I had quite a bit to drink last night. Oh, I'm at work right now. I almost said that I'm working, but you know I don't get paid to blog, so clearly I'm not actually working. A fellow just told me Death Cab is his favorite band. He's the only customer in the store and I just happen to be playing his favorite album ever. That almost never happens to people. Anyway, back to drinking last night. I don't know if you know this, but I'm quite the emotional person when I drink. This isn't to say that I am sad, I'm just a very extreme projection of emotions. Happiness, anger, love; it's all there. Last night sadness hit me. That's always the worst. I end up almost seeking out ways to further the sadness. Then it becomes anger. Any sad person eventually becomes angry. Angry at whatever it is that made you sad. Angry in general. Can I just say that I don't blame him. Don't bother trying to guess who. You're wrong. I promise. But really, he had every right. He saw what I saw. Why not, then? Back to last night. Actually, I'm not sure where this story was going. I was upset. Bla bla bla. What do you care, right?