Side Streets

I tempt fate on a daily basis, but i when come up to answer there's no dial tone.

Shitters

When did i stop being funny?
I think it was between me learning how to crochet and the discovery that harem pants are actually quite comfortable.
I wanna toast your bread, and by that i mean hold your hand while you bring me breakfast to bed.

You said i began this messy state of love affairs....

In the late happenings of me doing an art installation that evolved in a theme of love found and lost and regained and then lost again I found myself in a vulnerable position. Today I kept reviewing files and notes that i'm going to use in the piece and i couldn't help but feel hopeless. I ended up at a coffee shop staring at the one creepy guy that constantly hangs out there. I used to think he was just plain creepy, but then he began talking to a group of strangers and he seemed quite articulate and eloquent. And then i freaked out! What if in 3 years i become him!???? (minus the poor hygiene....that will never happen). I'm gonna end up dressed in black, with no friends, no lover, talking to random strangers about morrisey (who i don't even like) and how the cops keep busting my balls! I'm a loser.