Idle Friday

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean.
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.

--Alfred Lord Tennyson

I never wanted to believe that but sometimes...
it just so happens, that I've tripped on love. But from within this glass, we're just two worlds too far apart. And sometimes, my solace comes from the belief that you'd be free and unrestrained from the chains of my confinement - warmly nestled in the arms of another. I understand that my queer complexity is not necessarily everyone's cup of tea and that I can't please everyone. Over-analyzing eyes can scream disgust louder than words ever will. strange.

But I guess I'm just an illogical greedy bitch at the moment, fueled by hormones and PMS, so don't take my words so seriously. Otherwise I'll be ranting on about how desperately ugly I'm feeling. No ice-cream will suffice tonight. It'll be bags of economy-sized kettle chips and strips of bacon dipped in gravy. And like a silly coke addict, I'll be downing cups of tea and pissing on the toilet like there's no tomorrow. Puking is bad for your teeth anyways. seriously.

But thanks for that time on the 25th.

I'm way off tangent right now and not my usual self. After all, I just stepped on the scale and looked in the mirror. Analyzation tells me I've got low self-esteem, brimmed full with self-loathing. You stronger women and sensible men would shake your heads and say nothing.

I love you guys.
And by golly gosh, I love the Internet.

<3>

PS - To everyone partying hard on this friday night - Cheers!
(I would like to try that one day... )