I'm not funny anymore.

I was going to write you an email.
But I decided to check the blog first.
So, I'm blogging instead of emailing.
Woo!
Let's see if I can be creative for once.
Let them creative juice flow like some water fall.
Ohhh, like the Niagara Falls.
But then, yeah no.
They're too big and too ferocious for me.
Grrr.
I'm a ferocious fall.
Grr.
No more like a small fall.
Peaceful little stream.
Down a teeny tiny little precipice.
That way my thoughts will be focused and peaceful.
Ohmmmmmm.
Well, this post is getting weird.
I'm a little weird.
I have an idea!

Okay, so I live in Miami.
Miami equals Hispanic.
Hispanics equals Hispanic culture.
Hispanic culture tends to be disorganized.
Rulers and following them isn't very important.
Not rules like big rules but like little ones that are "stupid".
For example, the left most lane in an expressway is the fastest lane as a rule.
Nobody follows this.
NOBODY.
This is so frustrating.
I am trying to get to work.
Fast and fast and I can't.
I can't because people decide to drive 45 mph in the fast lane when the speed limit is 70 mph.
Like, no bitches swerve.
Honestly.
I need to be at work on time.
You are not making this easy on my life.
Stop it.
I hate it.

Okay, so that's that.
I'm going to stop this post.
I'm not funny anymore.

love, or something ignites in my veins

this was my favorite song when i first heard it in, like, the seventh grade. i listened to it for days on end and would try to copy vanessa carlton's graceful dance moves. i had an urge to listen to it this morning, for some reason. (i feel like it was related to the dream i had.) i hadn't realized what the song was truly about until a few minutes ago, whoa.