2239 | the kinda good |

So good, soo sooo soooo good, and nothing is more worrisome than feeling good — and not the redtube kinda good, either, like the kinda good that makes me not want to write, the kinda good that makes me want to just keep working at regular-people jobs with crappy benefits and no vacation, slaving to make other peoples' dreams come true, because fuck my dreams. Feeling like this is a dream, and it is frightening to feel so soo sooo soooo good, and not the kinda good that comes from a little Ziploc, or the kinda good that comes from decimating those pedophile, racist, scumsucking nut lickers from Boston. This is the kinda good that causes a brain to spit out all kindsa chemicals you did not know lived in there, that warps reality, that rearranges priorities, that changes goals, that makes everything okay, numbingly all right, brainlessly happy. And who wants that? Good thing Monday is almost here to put this ridiculousness to an end.