Two Thousand And Eleven

The final day of the year. My nose is tender and my throat is still frogged. I fancy twenty ten to be my most dynamic and transitional year. My appreciation for life has increased and I've met some lovely people. The music i'm listening to is making it very difficult to write, but on it stays. While I feel I've grown closer to many of my friends, I've also been re-obtaining my old introverted daydreaming persona and when around people, again I find my words sticking to my fingers and hiding under my feet, making me slip like they were banana peels. No big problem. You can't make an omelet without breaking some eggs, eh? This has been quite a productive year, if you don't mind a'my sayin so me little loves. Okay, the music is too distracting. I'm done. fuck ya'll!