my phone died and i didn't know that lee called. all the cool kids went to play while i sat at home with my old barbie dolls with the greened faces that were all missing at least one shoe. i was missing both of mine, but found one in the closet and the other by the refrigerator. i ran the same roads i usually do because i know it's exactly one mile, even though they're paved with teenage boys young enough to be my son. i wasn't as tired as i thought i'd be when i got back. then i tripped and fell into the ditch, right in the path of a family of ducks. i probably won't give them bad luck, not now. by the time i went inside i'd decided that i need to make a shirt that says "devoid of irony", but with all the music i have to learn and paintings i have to finish, there's no time for personal expression. and there's hardly anything morbid about this ballerina, so some more things are going to change. the one thing that both makes sense and isn't new to me is that i'm already tired. tired of getting up before the sun rises and wearing pants that don't flatter my ass. at least i'm making things easier for myself this time........
they're still going to like disliking me. i just couldn't care less about it.