groundhog day

to each his own but yuck, yuck and more yuck

though it is good to be reminded that my problems are relatively small, and that maybe what i think i want is far more trouble than i want. all kinds of both.

so, did you see that? the ken doll was talking to me of messages from angels, and then that and now this...yesterday refusing to exist as itself. two identical yesterdays, just like in the movies. is that the sign? are we doomed to repeat ourselves? it's so much easier when things come with instructions.

she tells me he plays bass now for the goofs. weird.

hands in my pockets
standing on the moon
tragic hero or fool?
too bad i can't remember