I've come to the conclusion that life is like a series of ecstasy trips. Forrest Gump's mother had no idea what she was talking about, because you can always know what you're going to get if you just read the paper that tells you what kind of chocolate is which. Life is like dropping E, not that I would now or anything. You have your happy moments and then for the next week or so, you feel the repercussions of the drug and you come crashing down. I don't even know why I'm writing this because this wasn't what I had in mind earlier today when I wanted to create something.
Every so often, I get a little bit cynical. It's not like I want to be like this, but I can't help it. I may sound like a cryptic dinosaur, but this just serves for my own reference. When did everything suddenly become about sex? It's strange how people whom you once adored now disgust you. I gave the green light because there was nothing else I could do. It was on you to do the right thing, and I guess morals don't matter to a lot of people. I can't blame him because it was my fault. Oh, well. She was just another ol' Sally. This is the last time. Don't look at me for an introduction. If I had known beforehand, I wouldn't have bothered. You know what though? I'm glad I did because I met some amazing people. I wonder if you are destined to meet certain people at a certain time and point in your life.
It doesn't matter how much wine a hooker sips, she's still a hooker. Haha. Um. You can certainly take advantage of a hooker. That's what the typical neanderthal would do. That's where I'm different. I'm nice. I'm like Richard Gere in Pretty Woman. I'd rather try to save the hooker with the heart of gold, except it's just a movie. Some people can't be saved. You can't take a hooker out to dinner and a movie.
And one by one they came
And one by one they left
I thought that I could fix her
If she would let me in
And one by one they left
I thought that I could fix her
If she would let me in
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