November 7, 2009

Isn't it ironic how no body ever answers their phone when you're really in the mood to talk to someone, but they call you at the most inconvenient times. Like when you're sitting in the library and forget to turn your ringer off. Or when you're on the road and don't notice the cop coming up in your blind spot. Or when you fall asleep after tossing about in your bed ceaselessly for an hour. Yeah friends are good for messing things up, creating the splash, and taking away from the anticipated monotony of life, in both the best and worst of ways. I spent the past 2 months out with my friends- partying, hanging out, going to art exhibits and shows, etc. Tonight I sit alone in my room writing in some experimental blog. It's a change of pace that's literally been driving me mad. I've been bored. I've had too much time to sit and think about all the things I hate. I've been manic and pacing frantically trying to claw my way out of this apartment, looking for all kinds of reasons to get away or step outside. It's disheartening. No one's answering their phone. Come to think about it... I never answer my phone on a Saturday night either. I guess karma is a lot like a hungry lion, or a wasp nest, or the Wu-tang Clan. It ain’t nothing to fuck with. Damn.