i am a timid weirdo.

i didn't do what i should have done. or perhaps, i didn't do what i shouldn't have done.
what the hell does that mean?

i drank too much.
it is 7:30.
i can hear my neighbor's tv.

i bonded over an eagle's song on the radio. i hope she is my friend.
a van full of cymbals and somehow, i'm still alive. my driving skillz are out of this world.
perhaps,i'm fricken amazing. perhaps, i'm just lucky.

another weekend.
i'm tired but restless.
i should have cleaned my apartment.
instead, i made lemon martinis and drank them all.
i'm waiting until my ice becomes ice.
the tv is on. i'm regretting again.
a lost opportunity. its probably for the best.

this doesn't have to make sense.
i'm buzzed and its only the beginning.