sick of it all
I just don’t know anymore.
January is pretty much over.
(I hear Mos Def utter the following words: “A lot of things have changed. A lot of things have not.”)
Where have I been? Where am I going? Am I doing well?
I’ve sworn off blogging before, only to come crawling back like a whipped cur.
I don’t know what to say, only that I’m looking for some sort of change. What sort of change? Who can say? Like they say about pornography, “I’ll know it when I see it.”
Good times for a change See the luck I’ve had would make a good man turn bad So please, please, please Let me, let me, let me get what I want this time
—The Smiths “Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want”