Have you ever gotten goosebumps after only the first note of a song?
Does your heart fill up with joy at the mere mention of a song?
It’s good to have you back, boys.
I’ve missed you so.
Archive for October, 2000
I was informed today that if I called into work today, I would be put on the “No Rehire” list.
How will I live with this disappointment?
sometimes i get so lost in my head i forget my way out
god help me i don’t want to use caps
penny is sniffing my down comforter, wondering what dog slept there last night.
it was her.
i am no longer overdrawn. 200 miraculously appeared in my account.
neil got a 1000 loan. he will not lose his lights.
i talked to the dean today about a leave of absence.
reading kath’s entry made me think of how opposite i am. i’m not a college girl. i have no interest in college right now. i could care less. i never wanted to go to college in the first place.
the dean interrupted my spiel with a “well, not right now. maybe later.”
maybe.
ah, my mother shall be crushed when she learns i will be dropping down to only two classes for the rest of the semester and then dropping out next year. my father always reminds me of ‘unconditional love’. i think my mother unconditionally loves me, she just will always unconditionally bitch about everything i do.
penny is snoring.
i’m going to bed.
“There is a voice inside of you
That whispers all day long,
“I feel that this is right for me,
I know that this is wrong.”
No teacher, preacher, parent, friend
Or wise man can decide
What’s right for you — just listen to
The voice that speaks inside.”
–Shel Silverstein “the voice” from ‘Falling Up’
Anyone have $400 they can loan me til next month?
That’s right, folks…I am broker than broke.
My checkbook is horrendously overdrawn.
It looks the tempature reading in Antarctica.
On a really bad day.
There comes a point where there just isn’t anymore money.
And I’ve hit that point and I’m beginning to slide downhill.
Shit.
Well, another major league screwup from the Yankees of screwups, yours truly.
I’m moving out of my house and in with Neil since psychowomanroommatefromhell disappeared a few days ago with all her stuff. Adios, Meggie. It was nice almost knowing you. Of course, I have no money for rent.
Neil owes $800 in back electric bills.
And I come out looking like an irresponsible little moron whose parents are tired of bailing her out.
I need to float a lone from the Bank of MomandDad.
I’ve just got to live through this.
Is it Friday yet?
“I feel good
it’s a fine day
the way the sun hits off the runway.
A cloud shifts
the plane lifts
she moves on.”
-Paul Simon
How I feel right now:
“you know i really don’t look forward to seeing you again soon. you look like a photograph of yourself taken from far far away i won’t know what to do i won’t know what to say so fuck you…”
–Ani
I really don’t have anything else to say…except fuck you.
What else can I say?
Leave it to Ani to say exactly what I want to scream….
think i’m going for a walk now
I feel a little unsteady
I don’t want noone to follow me
except maybe you
i could make you happy, you know
if you weren’t already
i could do a lot of things
and i do
tell you the truth i prefer the worst of you
too bad you had to have a better half
she’s not really my type
but i think you two are forever
and i have to admit, you’re perfect together
so fuck you
and your untouchable face
fuck you
for existing in the first place
and who am i
that i should be vying for your touch
who am i
bet you can’t even tell me that much
2:30 in the morning
my gas tank will be empty soon
neon sign on the horizon
rubbing elbows with the moon
safe haven of the sleepless
where the deep fryer’s always on
radio is counting down the top 20 country songs
out on the porch the fly strip is
waving like a flag in the wind
you know i really don’t look forward
to seeing you again soon.
you look like a photograph of yourself
taken from far far away
i won’t know what to do
i won’t know what to say
so fuck you…
and your untouchable face
fuck you
for existing in the first place
and who am i
that i should be vying for your touch
who am i
bet you can’t even tell me that much
see you and i’m so perplexed
what was i thinking
what will i think of next
where can i hide
in the back room there’s a lamp
that hangs over the pool table
and the fan that’s on it swings
gently side to side
there’s a changing constellation
of balls as we are playing
i see orion and say nothing
the only thing i can think of saying
is fuck you…
and your untouchable face
fuck you
for existing in the first place
and who am i
that i should be vying for your touch
who am i
bet you can’t even tell me that much
yeah who am i
you can’t even tell me that much.
Due to popular demand, I’ve finally posted ’silent all these years’, my scribbling showcase. Now quit your bitching.
I’m back, babies.
How do you like/dislike the new design?
It took me DAYS, so don’t crush my spirit.
More to come.
Sleep now.
