Sometimes things are more complicated than we make it out to be. But then, other times, it really is all that complicated that we make it out to be.
Oh yes, did hear some really exciting and wonderful sort of news that was supposed to keep me happy the entire night. :) And the Cherry Garcia was supposed to do just that as well. Haha. But well night is waning, and happiness is wearing thin. I guess these are somewhat superficial sources, hmmm? The excitement and the amusing anecdotes of the evening forgotten, the jibes and laughter of the night, gone. Just silence, and the faint voices of Colin Hay, Wilco, Something Corporate and company.
Ahah more news. Nothing I'm really surprised at. And I think I'm always amused at the strangest things, which I by right should not be.
Haha don't get me wrong, I sound melancholic, but I think I'm actually pretty happy. Being single at this point in life is a lot more fun and interesting than I expected. This is probably the first time I'm actually enjoying it. Haha. Really rather strange, I am. Sometimes I don't even understand myself. But then I think I'm much, much closer to doing that, now more than ever. I think that no matter what kind of shit happened in life, it still contributes to experiences and shaping a person.
I've still got a long way to go. But at least I'm on my way there.
AND.
I can park. HUR. HUR. Sort of. All those without licences shush about my driving. You know who you are.
:3:41 AM: :sugah~plum