If I live too long, I'm afraid I'll die.

Have you ever noticed that the majority of songs either have gorgeous musical qualities and shit for lyrics, or beautiful, insightful lyrics, paired with substandard music?

Tonight was a strange one, indeed.
The snow defined my mood. It created a overwhelming sense of euphoria in me which still has not dissolved.
My faith in my friendships is stronger than ever.
I planned to sleep, but then, when I got to my room at 4:30 a.m., time passed more quickly than I thought it would. By the time I had time to go to bed, the time was almost 6:00 a.m., and time had run out for me to sleep.
Instead, I hung more pieces of magazines around my room.
Now, in addition to,
-Marc Jacobs boys in trendy dresses,
-Woody Allen looking pensive,
-an Andy Warhol exhibit advertisement,
-Hlep Kdis Raed,
-a man on an old bicycle, the kind with the huge wheel and the tiny wheel,
-a rainbow girl,
-Cig Smoke For OBAMA,
-and a U DECIDE poster,
my walls are hung with,
-a Hunter S. Thompson biography advertisement,
-a Ralph Lauren suit model,
-a man seated outside a blue hair salon,
-a Swedish Fish advertisement I found particularly clever,
-The Clash,
-a girl and a boy in a van,
-Indian artwork,
-and a hand-drawn picture of a man with two bloody knives, surrounded by his victims.
Immediately following the decoration festival, I walked to Family Fare to purchase some groceries.
A man stopped his car as I walked and offered me a ride. I politely declined. He offered again. I declined again. A third time, he offered; a third time, I declined, maintaining a relaxed and polite tone. Finally, I convinced him. I wonder at his intentions. His very young son was in the car, and he seemed to be an honest man, but you never know. Was he a good person? I have never developed any skill that allows me to perceive people for who they are based on first impressions. Our society is so largely based on self-sufficiency and mistrust of strangers, that we have no reason to develop such skills. We simply stay safe, and alone.