chaos..noises in the head

think about the things that bug me.. and suddenly there is nothing else to think.. i m like what happened to all the other things and i cant think of a single other.. everything i do or think about has to do with..yeah.. d bugging things.. claustrophobic!
the world becomes smaller...problems bigger. books, movies, d phone .. distracting.
blog s full of it.. can seem to get away from it.. yeah i live in it, literally.
people die of swine flue or bullshit.. it is all one great chaos.. one noice that really does not make any sense at all. . i even got the spelling of noise wrong .. and stared at it thinking something was wrong. .
okay!.. there are no noises in te head.. no birds singing yet :) just the chaos

choice

choice... where is it? why am i still here.
i need my regular dose of the urban.. people, drinks, lights, music..
i need the energy, motion, change, the lack of time
i want lack of time
the list of things to do.. a pile of things
things to look forward to
so then i choose to do one thing or the other