Stuck in my head

Today I am amused.

Also, I have a song stuck in my head.

These things are not a coincidence.

History repeats itself
Coiling down into the future
When it's one second to twelve
The hands touch and follow deeper

History repeats itself
I didn't learn, I wouldn't listen
I couldn't see the books were on the shelf
For my good sense, I never missed 'em

Wish I was standing by the shore
Feel the wind blow in my face
See the waves roll in for an encore
They take a bow, they know their place

I do not want, I do not feel
I've turned away in myself
I can't find anything that's real
But history repeats itself

- A.O.S.

Random Thing I Hate

People who pronounce the place where I get chicken nuggets as MAC Donalds.

Context Matters

Hot:
Feeling rebellious and dangerous because you did not wear panties to work today.

Not so hot:
Feeling disoriented and tired and therefore forgetting to wear panties to work today.

Bad Day

It's a bad day. It's a no patience day. And that's just a bad day all around for everyone else.

See, that's what people get off on about me. Patience. Acceptance. I'm the Mother-fucking-Theresa of deviant thought and action.

But not today. Today, all you little flowers who come to me. Come to me begging, "Unfold me. Bloom me. Show me who I am." Today I want to crush you all. Stomp you under my boots. Fuck off and die if you haven't got the strength to find out for yourself.

Today I'm just too tired of being your haven. Your refuge. Of holding bloody hands and understanding the crimes. Tired of whispering righteousness back into your blood. I know, I know. A day or two from now, something will happen to completely renew my stores of patience and faith.

But not today.

Today I want to file my teeth and grind all your pink vulnerable parts to blood.