Speed.

date: Friday, February 12th?
time: 4:11 AM
mood: stuffed up, drugged up (on allergy medication)
music: About Face - Grizzly Bear

don't know if it's only me, or where I live, but man there are a lot of speed walkers.
And when I say a lot, I mean like shit load.

I hadn't realized this until around breakfast time this morning, when my friend, Cody, had brought up a story about how he and this guy, and I quote, "Were on the hunt for cheap hookers one lovely Sunday morning", when they were pretty much ran over by a pack of old ladies, in spandex (almost TNA like) pants, brightly coloured polyester jackets, fanny packs and sweatbands.

Of course, me being me, I had laughed at this, HOWEVER I still find myself, accompanied by Cody, on a mission to find some, but much to our disappointment, none were spotted. Which also got me thinking...

Why is it that when your not looking for something, it's there, but when you start looking for it, IT MAGICALLY DISAPPEARS !?

It's frustrating really.

That's all.
This kinda made no sense.
It has no valid point.
I just wanted to post something,
feel a sense of accomplishment.

Meggot
xx.