Sunday, July 04, 2010

Follow up

And then this happened. While the man hates his life being laid open, I cant help posting the follow-up having said as much. And whatay infinitely deeply poetic flattering line, although I forgive him that, in given context.

Small things

It sucks being me sometimes. I can worry my head out (and those of people around me) on the smallest things. Conversely, I can be happy about the smallest things too, but today's an unfortunately an example of the former. So what should have been a blissfully pleasant lazy sunday morn has become everything but. And we're not even fighting, not that. The day has just taken a gloomy turn, and all for (almost) nothing. Being me sucks. Only more than being around me, perhaps.