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{note. there are two journal entries today. see the archives at below.}

the bad angel.

[7 december 1998]

give me some personality.

well, hello. today's selections come from miss lisa germano & sinead o'connor. brought to you by twix, but not their stupid commercials.

audrey's still sick. <cradle> i hope she gets better soon.

it looks like it's going to rain. i really hope it does. i saw the pathetic front page of the daily news-record today, stating there was "no sign of <enter rain cloud image here>, but plenty of <enter sunshine image here>." it looked like a freaking child's book rather than a paper. i'm so disgusted. sheesus. i almost bought it for humor's sake, but maybe i'll just wait to think about it some more.

i wish there were a place down here that served incredible coffee. the best stuff i've tasted besides starbucks was that delicious brew out in so cal. audrey had this greenish tea with rice in it or something. interesting, quite. now i can say for surely that i've driven a mercedes beside a beautiful girl. : )

i'm not angry anymore. angry about what, you fool? don't get cocky. i don't know what i'm not angry about. but i'm not. so that's good enough for me.

lessons. lessons. have i learned my lessons? have i learned what everyone told me, what life has thrown in front of my bumper as i'm zipping down the street? what is all this fighting for? are we fighting for something or are we just doing it because it's something to do? the best part of life was a dream. inatia. i still don't know what it means, but it came back in my dream last night. i dreamed of being stuck underneath the water.

lots of mack trucks not pulling anything today.

cryptic messages across my board. what are they saying? do i hear you when you call? surely. but you're not listening for me.

the best part to life.

the best part to waking up.