Don't look suprised. Erased. Our lives. Erased.

i love this song.

i was just pondering, as i oft do, but i rarely do it when i'm in as good of a mood as i'm in right now. Don't ask why i'm so high right now. The Music has something to do with it. Without Music i would whither away. Trust me. i would.

There will always be someone prettier, smarter, taller, thinner, more likeable, less miserable. (Can't remember where i originally heard that) We are all on a middle ground. On and on it doesn't matter. And i love it. i've begun to write again. Perhaps that has set my spirits a bit higher.

Care for an excerpt? Too bad, you're getting one.

.....Janet's van had been in exactly three accidents. Twice when Adam was driving and once when Janet was driving. Each wreck happened under odd circumstances and by the extent of the damage it was especially strange that no one was ever hurt.
.....The van's physical appearance was truly something not to be missed. The van, whose name was Jimi, was infamous in the town. Janet had acquired the VW van from her pot-head uncle after he was incarcerated. On one side was a naked mermaid that Janet's uncle had painted--probably while he was high. The other side had a roaring black cat, also painted in 60's style psychedelic op art. Jimi was covered in dents and only a single headlight functioned properly. His interior was just as interesting. Giant fuzzy dice hung from the broken rearview mirror and the entire inside of the van was covered in orange shag carpet. The scent of incense was forever fused into the soul of Jimi and was always the first thing anyone noticed upon entering the van for the first time.

This is a very very rough draft, and taken out of context rather boring.

Ha ha if you read the whole thing.

;)