Something About Pickles
May 14, 2008When the routine bites hard and ambitions are low
Here’s one for ya: why am I feeling so fricking fricked up, while I shouldn’t?
(very, very deep sigh)
Watching this movie isn’t particularly helpful, but in its sadness lies such beauty. In three days it’s been 28 years again. I’ll promise a beautiful short essay for then. For now, I’m gonna go swallow in self pity.
