i wouldn't trade my place
i got no reason to be
weathered and withering
like in the season of the old me
- granddaddy, now it's on
lovely rainy morning always lifts my spirits. had a nice long chat with mom- haven't had that for some time. the weekend that i've been looking forward to all week is finally here. somehow, it just doesn't seem to have the potential to live up to all that hype i've been giving it. i guess it was just something nice to look forward to during the long week, nothing else.
sometimes looking forward to things beats having the real thing itself. sounds sorta anti-climatic (no, not the t-shirt kinda anti climax), but really, don't you feel that the whole process of getting there means so much more?