Jelly

I must be the only kid in the world who doesn't like grape jelly. And due to my horrible luck, its the only flavor we have in the house. Ah, there is the catch, not luck, but Karma. Karma hates me for hating on the grape.

In all honesty though, I don't like grape anything. Soda, candy, jelly, Jell-o, anything. With the exception of actual grapes.

My job hunt continues, and seemingly to no avail. It seems as if no one in this ho-dump little town is hiring, and the ones who are hiring happen to have a hire qualification standard than I. So I shall sit here and tap away at the computer, hoping to write something worthwhile...

Everythings Just Wonderful...

I love when everything stands out, yet fades into the background. I love the heavy feeling of sleeplessness washing over me, muddling my thoughts, and sending my world into a whirl of disorientation. Who am I? Where am I? A million images flit through my head like a humming bird to its food. A semi opened glade, the sky above clear as crystal, bright and full moon shining down from above. Trees surrond me, a forest, damp from recent rains. A cabin perhaps, something cozy.

Here in the worlds that are not apart of this one, the ones that live within my creation, send me drifting into a deep sleep. I shall have the sweetest dreams tonight.

Helpless

How can we help a friend, when we ourselves are knee deep in shit?