She's sweet, but she's fucked up

Wednesday, June 23, 2004

Say you, say me

I can not be trusted. When it comes to keeping plans. I always back out, but if someone does it to me, I could bitch about it for days. My friend Sarah asked me to meet her at a bar tonight. And at this point I honestly want to go. But knowing me, I'll get tired around 9 and back out. I have no energy, none. When I get tired, my eyes lose focus and I feel like my head is going to drop off my body. And this happens almost on a daily basis. Maybe I have some rare disease that my general practioner doctor has been unable to detect. I have always had the fear that I'm slowly dying and I don't know it...but not in the way that we're all dying. Something is slowly killing me but I'm too unaware to have it checked out. Hypochondriac or just weird? As I said to Sarah (referring to beginning of post) you can't motivate the unmotivated. Wow Reagan, you're wisdom astounds us all. I want to come up with a saying. My friend Theresa came up with the idea of writing a "warm" check...where technically it's hot but you're putting money in the bank the next day...thus making it warm. I thought this was clever and according to her this saying would "spread like wildfire". But I have nothing to offer...no "don't worry be happy", no "kill two birds with one stone" etc. How else will I be immortalized?
Reagan

1 Comments:

At 11:28 AM, Blogger Reagan said...

I'll get you in a movie with Zack Braff...but only b/c I'll be his lover. Everything else you'll get will be because you're one talented lady...I can only assume.

 

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