random thoughts

sometimes I am just not sure what to say.
and sometimes I find it best, to deal with an awkward situation (when the moment arrives) in a manner that is best left untouched.
I miss the 'good ol' days'. i think. Because I cant really remember when I was a participant of a time that I can call that.
Right now is going to be the "good ol' days", years from now. I got it good.
"Risk of thunderstorm. Severe risk of thunderstorm." blah blah blah. I'm still waiting for my thunderstorm, bitches.
Im creating a crazy mushroom picture in my sketchbook that looks like its right out of an acid trip. But even better.
CJ = in love with art.
cj = in love with dumpstering things that would have otherwise cost her way too much money.
i have a great time when I do certain things, so why do i dread it?