Booze Me Up and Get Me High

I wasn't lying to Hillary the other day when I said I felt less. We spoke for fewer fury. I wasn't trying to form the discussion more simply. I really believe that the distance between us is more real than its been before. I got interested in someone, but keep to in one while if away, when the reality of the relationship came above between us. I selected her in one instant over Melody, when I was forced to make this decision although I'm under no illusions or miss-conceptions in where I stand with her (or where she stands with me). I love her. I miss her. I care about her. I know that this isn't everything I can do or say to make her see me differently. and that's wrong. But I said it because I wanted honesty with Hillary, I'm going see her the in a few days. You now know this much.

I'm fighting as much as I can with bulletin hits.
Jill is still in my head, EACH INDIVIDUAL DAY is fresh. Work keeps worse.

All his circles,
Ned and Mungo and Erik and Ricerick

Song of the Day: Roger Waters - "Good Old Days"

"You wake up in the morning
get somehting for the pot
wonder why the sun makes the rocks feel hot
draw on walls
eat
get laid
back in the good old days
then some damn fool
invents the wheel
listen to the white walls squeel
you spend all day looking for a parking spot
nothing for the heart
nothting pot

forgive me father
for i hv sin
it was either me or him
and a voice said
"benny, you fucked the whole thing up
benny your time is up"