Nothing But Noise

I have another blog, different from this one, that I used to write in once in a while. I paid a visit to it yesterday and unleashed a torrent of built up frustrations, all in lower case letters. It felt good.
This blog is good too. Just different. I used to use this blog for little musings, poems, thoughts, expressions. Now I find it's more for ranting and carrying on in whatever fashion I see fit. There's nothing wrong with that.
The person who actually inspired me to start this thing hasn't posted in their own blog for some time. I used to enjoy reading their thoughts and adventures. I miss that.
Maybe I need to be able to unleash more often, in my own words. In my Ramblings site, that's where I can be whatever I want to be and say whatever I want to say, without giving thought as to who may be reading my words. Casting judgement.
I'm in a better mood today. Maybe I'll go buy some jeans.
Maybe I'll just sit here and daydream of the boy. Daydream. Obsess. Over analyze. Let the OCD kick in full gear and play on the freak side for a while. I wouldn't get any work done if I gave in to that though. Hmm. Jeans. Riiiight. Jeans.
If I close my eyes and listen to the songs playing over and over in my head. Forget I'm sitting at my desk. In this office. If I open my mouth and sing the words that are floating around. A little piece of me.