winter break.

I’ve come to the conclusion that I’ve absolutly no resolve. I say that I’ll do something, and I really believe that I will. Of course, I end up not listening to anyone. Anything I hear goes into my head for a bit of quick thinking and by the next morning it’s gone off to ‘God-knows-where’. The last blog entry I wrote – I’ve written so many like it before. I don’t know who I think I’m kidding because it’s obviously not working. I can’t even believe my own lies.

That night, I told myself that I was completely over this. It’s all nonsense, I’ve wasted all my time, it doesn’t matter to me. Yadda yadda yadda, I’ve moved along, look at me go. That type of thing. I guess what I said didn’t mean a damn thing because I think back to it again and again.

I’m just as confused as the next person down. Perhaps even more so.

What was I thinking about last night? I’ve got a few little tidbits left over that I can still remember. Something about a wet dog returning back home to its owner, holding onto a vision. Incoherent thoughts right now that I’ll meld into something with substance in good time.

Music Note Early in the mornin’
Risin’ to the street
Light me up that cigarette
And I strap shoes on my feet
Got to find a reason
Reason things went wrong.
Got to find the reason why my money’s all gone.

I got a dalmation
And I can still get high.
I can play the guitar like a mother fucking riot.

Life is too short so love the one you got
Cause you might get run over or you might get shot.
Never had to battle with no bulletproof vest.
Never start no static I just get it off my (chest).
Take a small example, a tip from me…
Take all of your money and give it up to charity.
Lovin’s what I got, it’s within my reach
(and the sublime style is still straight from long beach)
It all comes back to you you’re going to get what you deserve.
Try and test that, you’re bound to get served.
Love’s what I got, don’t start a riot,
You feel it when the dance gets hot.

Lovin’, is what I got, I said remember that.
Lovin’, is what I got, I said remember that.

Why I don’t cry when my dog runs away.
I don’t get angry at the bills I have to pay.
I don’t get angry when my mom smokes pot,
Hits that bottle and goes right to the rock.
Fuckin and fighting, it’s all the same.
To live with louie dog’s the only way to stay sane.
Let the lovin’, let the lovin’ come back to me.

Lovin’, is what I got, I said remember that.
Lovin’, is what I got, I said remember that.
Lovin’, is what I got, I said remember that.
Lovin’, is what I got, I said remember that.
Lovin’, is what I got, I said remember that.
Lovin’, is what I got, I said remember that.
Lovin’, is what I got, I said remember that.
Lovin’, is what I got, I said remember that. Music Note
Sublime – What I Got

I still do care. I can’t lie.

Listening to: The Suicide Machines – The Killing Blow