Thursday, July 02, 2009

I have so much I want to say but not enough brain capacity to get it all out in an orderly fashion. I feel like a kinked hose, just waiting to let loose.

But, the fact is, I'm probably never going to say anything in here that is going to get me in trouble with anyone else. Besides, I'm too old for teen angst anyway, right?

When hoses are blocked for too long, do they pop?


1 comment:

Emilia said...

You write really fantastically. It's beautiful in a very tragically human sort of way. Please excuse my overuse of adverbs.