HELLO, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?

I just read one of the most hilarious reviews of the local music scene that compared the swaydoh bestie's old band to Tom Waits and Flaming Lips.

Made my day week. Seriously guise, how much was the reviewer paid?

Yeah, I'll tell you something. I think you'll understand.

You see, the thing is,

With me, I may shoot my mouth off some times and pretend to have something to say about everything. But when it really comes down to the things that matter and the stuff that’s really bothering and affecting me, I’m shut as a clam.

I don’t think there’s any single person in the world who knows everything or even a good load of what happens with me. Kinda like a crazy puzzle where you have to host a conference and juice out everyone’s ‘Sab Facts’ then piece them together to get a proper picture, but even then, there will be missing bits.

I think the only person who knows everything is D, but that’s because he’s not here.

I don’t know. I suppose what I’m trying to say is that it’s not all happy and fun and games. People always ask me how come they’ve never seen me really mad or cry. Especially cry. Crying in front of people’s not my thing. It just doesn’t happen.

Bottom line, the things that really matter stay hidden because I don’t see the point in bothering people with them. It doesn’t change anything. It doesn’t lessen any load. It doesn’t make a difference if someone knows or no one does.

It’s not very healthy, is it? I reckon one day I’m gonna do a Humpty Dumpty and crack. Good graces, I hope it’s not anytime soon.

Go to bed, Sab. You’re psycho-rambling again.

Just like the old Wednesdays,

Where dinner’s with the boys, and then there’s the whole hanging out and drinking green tea and slurpies because we’re cool like that.

I've been having very vivid dreams. Well, not vivid per se, but very real. Anyway, it's either I have a lot on my mind or my pillow's awesome.