Your Heart Is An Empty Room

and all you see is where else you could be / when you’re at home / out on the street are so many possibilities / to not be alone

-DCFC

in my head all day at work.  i found myself singing it and realizing why the lyrics were sticking with me.

work sucks less, and i still can’t say why i want to quit.  at least i’ve conquered the damn thing and can leave with a little satisfaction.  (that i know what i’m doing, that i didn’t run away crying like a baby, etc.)

it is a mistaken fact that it is wierd to run around in the rain.   unless you’re old, its perferctly normal and wonderful to boot.  oh yeah, that’s right.  you thought you were the only one doin it.  you couldn’t be more wrong .. its just that no one wants to admit it.   (you, you know who you are.  remember when i told about a friend of mine who danced around in her underwear in the middle of my streeet?  remember not so long ago when me and another girl danced up and down the street at four in the morning until my mother came to the front door looking like she’d murder me?  it happens.  more times that i remember.  and perfectly sober i might add.)

i’ve told you once, i’ll tell you again (talking to myself).  if you ever feel trapped somewhere, in something – in anything – make a change.  a big one, a small one, whatever.  something to shake things up and get  you thinking, get you moving.  get the world going in a different direction.  for me, the world spins counter clockwise if i feel like it.  uh huh, i said it.  that’s right.  and maybe its only in my head .. but dammit, it gets me out of my head anyways. 

know what i mean?  cus if you don’t, that sounds loonie.  and to be clear:  i couldn’t care less.