The Devil and Nancy Mae

2006-06-11T02:10:25Z

With great intention did I try to be a keeper of promises to update this goddamn database. But it seems that I'm a better friend than a ~~man~~ of his word. Both are in the same realm of awful that I am disgusted at the reflection that is on this monitor here.

It has been over a month since we got home from our one week vacation in Memphis. I tend to blame a lot of the sadness and pain that I feel due to the atrocity that is my insanity. I had a really great time and met a lot of cool people. The city was beautiful and the places we went to were definitely different than south Florida. But, somehow, I went out of my way to make myself miserable. Different things were escalating to pointless arguments in my brain and once again the nature of self-deprecating pity followed my suffocation.

Don't get me wrong. I had a freakin blast on the trip!

-My love for Elvis came back.
-We ate at "the best breakfast in Memphis" called Juniper's (And I do concur it was the best breakfast I had in Memphis)
-Stayed at the Heartbreak Hotel. Made love to Elvis.
-Visited Graceland. My love for Elvis is staying
-Attended the wedding of two friends, Aaron and Terran that took place at a cemetary

And lots of fun stuff that I don't remember. (That journal should've been updated eh?)

The drive was numbing...But I really shouldn't complain since I only did 10% of the distance to and fro.

The point of this entry is that:

I have this ongoing problem that I've always had ever since I can remember thinking. I know I am a worry rock
And that is my kryptonite.
No matter what I'm doing.
No matter how happy I am.

My over-analysis of everything can cause the happiest time of life....well

full of worry!

Daniel Johnston is casting the devil out of my brain as we speak.

simang

The Devil and Nancy Mae