You may say I'm a dreamer...

carefully trying to stear clear of those things

12.14.99

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Don't piss me off, I'm tender and I'm tired.
Fucking rain that will never ever let up. And buses that will never move fast enough, carrying all these ...lowly people. And that I am of those ranks when I am on the bus.

PJ singing "The Dancer"... I am so tired. Whine whine whine. I want to find the perfect food at this moment. I already ate all the chocolates Laurel and Shareen gave me. I think I finished them about thirty seconds after they were given to me.

My mother keeps coming in and out of the room to further complicate whatever Christmas plans she has gathered up. Seems to be thriving on the seasonal stress. ksjafkjwetih ajhaw;erjhp4239857yu208

Bla!

Looking for low air fares, found one, um, fly-by-night site that said: Click here for fly happy! Wow. Hook me up. "Fly happy!"?

"... someone who'll help me see things in a different light, All the things I detest I will almost like..."

-depeche mode


CD shoplifting
I just got some email from someone I don't know, quoting me from my rants. That's so weird. This is the ultimate exhibitionist endeavor, these fucking online diaries.
What the hell am I doing?