I think it’s time for some Phantom Planet.

If you say and do things matter-of-factly, than nothing means anything.

One time Sarah told me my kisses are so different from everyone else’s. I asked why and she told me they’re so matter-of-fact. Which, I liked that comment.

But I did something with meaning the other night because I wasn’t afraid of being embarrassed. It was a little corny, Yes. But it meant something more than anything in the past year that I’ve felt (excluding things with Sarah).

Can you imagine fucking matter-of-factly? And if Sarah still told me that as a compliment? And what would that say about Sarah?

Ever since Lindsey the other night I’ve felt how I felt during Leigh, I listen to Fiona Apple straight through, I haven’t changed the CD out in my car for 3 days.

Fiona goes well with these moods. (So would every other depressing artist. And what does that say about me?)

I finally have a day off tomorrow. Number one thing to do tomorrow: pick up Sarah from the airport with her family. Coming in a close second: clean the come stains out of both my work shirts. Third: Go to psychologist appointment.

I hope I’m not in this mood when Sarah comes home. Hopefully all I need is some rest. Yeah. Yes. Rest.