only three things in this life are certain:

aging
sickness
death

bleak, eh?

fuck it though. party at the palms. friday. burning shit. etc.

sometimes, i feel so pissed off and frustrated about someone or something that i get to the point where i think to myself: "how much do i gain from killing this person with words?"

i think about it long enough, then the decision i make is almost always as follows:

i let it pass. i tape my mouth shut. i cover my face and hide in the corner to keep from that person knowing how i really feel about them. after the feeling passes and i'm in the safe, i go back out and i don't even have to pretend i was angrier than shit, it's already passed. it's still and underlier though. as soon as that person falls, as soon as that person fucks up, and as soon as the flood gates break, i'm there, laughing hysterically on the inside. and then a little part of me dies.

i think in this case, i'm actually going to do something, but play it off as no big deal.

in the meantime, i've got a date tonight! :)