sisyphus
28-Feb-06

i am this dog. this dog is me. licking licking licking, wild eyed, at some smudge in the air. hoping against hope to one day taste something real. anything.
ok maybe that’s a bit dramatic. but shit.
dig, if you will, the picture.

ok maybe that’s a bit dramatic. but shit.
i laughed, i cried…it became a part of me.

days of fetal position inducing self hatred:2
days i had to get out of bed regardless of how i regard me:7

star sightings: 2 - feb 23 prince st between elizabeth and mott, feb 20th colin ferral 16th and 6th

times regrettable words spewed from my mouth:5
times i was offered drinks and/or dessert:5

number of songs written: 1
number of songs recorded: 1
number of american idols hated upon: 14 (becasue the night my ass!)

number of nights with 4 or less hours of sleep: 2 or 3
number of nights with 12 or more hours sleep: 1
best bedhead in a long long time!

just like i always do: i breathe. i try my best to take it all in. i move on to the next. i wait for the light to change.



