12.11.03 :: 3:45 pm
Plus, the second my ankles start twinging, I freak out and flash back to the Great Ankle Snappage of 1994. I'm not really having fun this way and there is not point in doing this otherwise. So. I have to find a new pastime. I'd ask the ex for my guitar back, but I don't really feel like doing the band thing; maybe pottery or painting or something? Spinning wheels, spinning wheels, treading water, treading water. Gotta find something to be good at. |