||[Nov. 15th, 2005|04:24 am]
Hemingway always makes me feel like less of a man. How can he go around being like that pillar of rock with a gun in his hand, that man of men, and drink absinthe all the time like some goddamned hippie? I wish I was like that. Oh, god how I wish I were.|
I'm going on a spirit quest this weekend. My friends and I are going to find our spirit animals. We will open our minds with the help of carefully selected fungi. A part of me is a afraid that I will find that animal to be this man I want to be so bad. I guess I wish I wasn't that man. Oh, but I do.
I'm in a state. I guess I should let sleep drown it for now.