Tonight:
The moon is in the wrong place and appears to be moving far too fast.
In the gas station, a crazy homeless man stumbled toward the Coca Cola cooler, mumbling about how "goddam George Dubya Bush is ruining the goddam country."
I read in The Secret Language of Birthdays that people born on my birthday have a predilection for the apocalyptic, and usually expect the worst. I concur; as I mentioned in a text conversation earlier today, either everything in my life is running smoothly, or it's the eve of the apocalypse (as far as I'm concerned).
All I want to listen to is "Go Places" by The New Pornographers.
Heart breaking as we speak.
Stay with me, go places.
5.02.2009
The Heart Will Always Stay One Day Too Long.
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What happened that was heart-breaking? I was going to ask last night because of your Facebook, but didn't for some reason. Maybe because I just got dumped...by someone I wasn't even in an actual relationship with.
I'm just being a drama queen, really.
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