The Mad Cow says, "Boom!" or When Did The Edge Get So Close?

I am no longer imprisoned in House Small. Technically my sentence ended last night, but all I did with that was wander around my neighbourhood talking on the phone...real scandalous. Today was my first full day of freedom. So I told my mom I needed to get out of the house, expecting her to make me stay, but she reacted positively, so I said, "Peace." I got dressed and had some food. As I was leaving she was like, "You have bus fare?" And I was like, "Yeah, in my left pocket." But then she offered me a ride.

My initial plan for the day had me at Warped Tour. However my ride and ticket had to bail. He has hoof-and-mouth disease, however I think he secretly has CJD. It's that pining for English beef...

I meandered around my city taking in the new developments and pondering the course of events for the summer, really. I determined that texting and sex are about the same thing really, commitment. I came up with some interesting thoughts... It was therapeutic, my wandering. And I got to dance a little. But I won't be happy until I can dance until I sweat bullets. Until everything that currently plagues me no longer seems to be an issue.

And I realized I can do anything.

So I figure I need some flowery words for today.
The truth? A lie. Set high upon a pedestal to make all the herd focus on this unattainable goal. Break free, little ewe, throw off the spell. Knock the pedestal over. Expose it for the world, expose it for your fellows...
Not good, but eh...



I read some of my previous work and it kinda blew me away a little...