Radford Street

Yesterday was so crazy everything.

I woke up extremely angry today. I was so pissed at everything. Everything I thought about and everything that made me think about things pissed me off. I was so pissed that I participated in a drag race this morning at quarter of eight going passed that Rite Aid/Drunkin Donuts. It was the hardest rain I've ever driven in but I didn't really care. We both wound up going about 59 miles per hour before that eff-er backed off and he merged behind me. It was so satisfying.

At the time it all made a whole lot of sense. Now I realize that I just had a momentary minute of insanity. I think when too much happens to your head it revolts sometimes. Then it calms down. Kind of like nationalism and revolutions.

Now I'm as happy as a clam. When things just work it's really nice. I've realized that there will always be some kind of reason to shut down something great. Always. It's just whether or not you want to let it get in the way or just be like WHATEVS DUMBSKI DGAF.

The song of the day is "Tiny Dancer" by Elton John.

I'm still kind of bummed out for one reason or another. But it's a more simple bummed out that's curable with time.

Yesterday's album of the day is Graceland by Paul Simon obvee duhski. I know it popped up in some uhhther blogs but... yeah dude it's so good.