is there anything worse than looking back and shuddering at your own naivet�?

I wish I'd stayed in that little bubble and everything was as easy as I thought it was going to be. I look back at myself, at how i envisioned myself sailing through the milestones of life, and i want to smack that girl and her shining smile.

Turns out that real life is a bit of a drag, hey?

It is tempered by those moments - driving into a sunset when your favorite song from a decade ago comes on the radio; a perfect sweet/firm cherry; a kiss dropped on the nape of your neck.

But a drag nonetheless. I find it's the little things that get me down. Do we create drama to escape from the humdrum of daily life?

3:21 p.m. - 2005-07-16