I'm here sucking on a strawberry. It's almost as if eating it won't make a difference. I want the color red to fill my mouth. I want it to drip down like fresh blood and I want it to taste good. I'm imagining myself in some type of horror movie, it's ridiculous, I know.

In reality, these strawberries are sweet with a small hint of dirt. I know what dirt tastes like, I was a kid once. My hair is greasy and messed up and it smells like flowers. The back of my hair stands up because I keep pushing it in different directions. It doesn't know which way to go.

I keep deciding if I want to walk to Dr. Strange records but I can never fully make up my mind. The moment I pick up my bag to start walking there, I make up an excuse not to go, and the moment I put my bag down, I make up an excuse to pick it back up and walk out of the door.

This time change is constantly messing me up. It makes me feel almost as if I'm running late on everything that's due. Nothing is due.



Here is my rant of the day. You're welcome