how many people out there are really happy?
it seems like everyone i talk to is going through some quarter-life crisis or something.

it's starting to warm up here in the city. spring is almost here. i'm not looking forward to losing an hour of sleep on sunday, but i can't wait til i can go out in just a t-shirt (and pants of course).

i wish i had a car, so i can go cruisin' with the windows rolled down and the stereo drowning out all that responsible-talk that goes on in my head.

yeah, i'm freeeeeeee, free faaaalling....