|You can't say "I told you so" if you never did...
||[Nov. 19th, 2004|05:32 pm]
|[||Somedays I feel a little:
|||||wishing i could be so naive||]|
|[||Your mom ain't listening to
|||||Richard Ashcroft - Check The Meaning||]|
This is a night for drinking, pool playing, shameless flirting, hanging from cold park equipment at 1 am, and fumbling kisses that you'll regret the next day. At least that's what my dreams have put into my skull over the last few nights. The gang at the old job invited me to happy hour, but that started an hour ago and I'm still here. I never really formed a bond with the people who are here now. C'est la vie. Maybe a night of driving is in order. Maybe a night of napping is in order. Maybe I should get out of this cave of an office and see what's going on outside in the world.