hand it to yourself. work sucks. apartment rent keeps going up, up, up. you've hit a road block career/schoolwise and you just had a bad dream about your mom.

still, you get up to run.
you lug out the ironing board to iron the work day's clothes.
you wash out the cat dishes and water dispenser.
you clean out their ears, clip nails, and brush.
you're eating better (even more greens) minus the bag of stress reducing M&Ms (god knows you needed them today)
you appreciate the cute birthday card even if your birthday is months from now.
you let the furballs sit on top of you in 90+ degree weather.
and put the AC in and on for them.

this is what it is isn't it? the ever pushing through to the other side only to find a whole new set of trials and tribulations, and annoying pain in the asses.
they always fall in line first.
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loud music. get me high. feel those guitar licks tickle up and down vertebrae. kiss me with that pure red hot and blue light. blow me to pieces. take me somewhere else.