your icy blues

I've been waking up so happy, but maybe I'm not as sure as I think I am.
Maybe I'm wanting things again, things that I can't have and shouldn't really
consider. And i never think these things are the problem, you know. I always figure
it's me, not that I'm doing something wrong, necessarily, but that i am not doing anything right,
and I'm just looking for that special something that I think could get me where i want to be.
I don't know where to start, though.

wargasmic.

we have such great ideas, but then we either forget them or think about them later and realize, "wtf?"

but I think one of them involved becoming gypsies, and that was cool. time machine, as well.

no one takes time travel seriously and it's fucking me up. i can't be the only one that only wants to marry historic figures?! or unattainable black metal gods or GQ motherfuckers...

alas, woe is me.