Monday, July 09, 2007
I wondered before why I seem to have so much more to say (in a row) when I am unhappy then not. I guess it's cuz when I'm happy, I bear some resemblance to Delirium of the Endless (sandman) and so nobody would get what the hell I'm going on about.
Hmmm...or maybe it's my resemblance to the irish. They supposedly get all poetic and broody when sloshed... But my blood has no green in it.. pity.
Eve.