April 26, 2002
Resolve. I have none. Big gaping hole where integrity should be. I wake each day to birds singing and I think today I'll be on time and I'll eat healthy and I'll be nice to my friends and smile at strangers. I iron my suit and make my hair neat- give the cat fresh water and drink a glass of juice. Take Drowning Pool out, defeat subs and replace it with Dave Matthews- quiet, safe music to tailor my mood. Then some monkeyfucker in a green jeep drives 55 in the passing lane and I am a woman possessed again.