I have?/SPAN>Durian Breath

 

Ie been having a bad month.  My goodness I severely annoyed.  My caffeine tolerance is a joke and 4 cups of coffee in the past 36 hours, I wired and even more annoyed.  I can watch these tickers anymore. 

 

I itching for companionship.  Traveling alone for too long really gets you a bit introverted.  You slowly develop this bubble of self and as easily as it is to prick and unleash all the built up thoughts, you FORGET to do it.  I just haven been in one place long enough to nurture any substantial or stable mate.  Acquaintances are the most common encounters and unique people are few and far between.  It become a rehearsed dialogue of here are you from, are you traveling alone, how long have you been here?to the point where Il just lie to cut the conversation short.   working here, my friends are at the hotel, no I don want a massage my wife is at the hotel?  It not my alter-ego, but imagine if you put a Mr. potato together in the dark, that is basically the make up of the substitute. 

 

Drunken nights don make up for the lack of peer excitement.  In fact, you try to not get drunk in order to really push for a stronger foundation in meeting strangers.  Blurry nights only bridge yourself into the next day of rumination.  So I spend a lot of time reading, Ie collected a nice little airport book shop back corner of the room with travel guides, fiction and non fiction books in 2 piles, 3-5 magazines a week, old newspapers, souvenirs, postcards and ticket stubs.  As if my long winded posts didn lead you to realize that I sit down for a chunk of time writing and proofreading, my journal is reaching retirement as well.  When banter is physically lacking it allows my mind to race jerking itself in all directions for the next available tangent.  Probably explains the verbosity.

 

On the flip side, sightseeing and general tourist activities are a good medium for this kind of mental anguish.  Gives time for you to really soak in the views and apply them to what you never would have thunk-it.  (don feel like continuing this?  RELOAD. 

 

I dedicate this song to whoever wants it to be dedicated to?

 

Still fighting it - Ben Folds

Good morning, son.
I am a bird
Wearing a brown polyester shirt
You want a coke?
Maybe some fries?
The roast beef combo only $9.95
It okay, you don have to pay
Ie got all the change

Everybody knows
It hurts to grow up
And everybody does
It so weird to be back here
Let me tell you what
The years go on and
Wee still fighting it, wee still fighting it
And youe so much like me
I sorry

Good morning, son
In twenty years from now
Maybe wel both sit down and have a few beers
And I can tell you out today
And how I picked you up and everything changed
It was pain
Sunny days and rain
I knew you feel the same things

Everybody knows
It sucks to grow up
And everybody does
It so weird to be back here.
Let me tell you what
The years go on and
Wee still fighting it, wee still fighting it
Youl try and try and one day youl fly
Away from me

Good morning, son
I am a bird

It was pain
Sunny days and rain
I knew you feel the same things

Everybody knows
Tt hurts to grow up
And everybody does
It so weird to be back here.
Let me tell you what
The years go on and
Wee still fighting it, wee still fighting it
Oh, wee still fighting it, wee still fighting it

And youe so much like me
I sorry