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blah blah blah blah balhbnzskdj There used to be time. Fuuuuuuuck. God, shit needs to calm down. I don't have time to take a breath. I have had no groceries for like three weeks now. We have a bill that is at least a week and a half late for an amount we can't afford. I haven't seen the ocean up close in a while. No time to walk in the woods these days. I haven't written a poem in weeks. I'm way behind on my slam stuff. I feel like half of my life is spent driving. I don't want to fucking read about the philosophy of language god dammit, that shit is boring, I am not always in the mood to philosophize. Don't you understand this? I want you to fix it. Now. But really things aren't so bad. It rained this morning. But now the sun is shining. And I slept in a cute girl's bed last night. She was in it too. ----- - - 6:32 p.m. , January 29, 2005 personal empowerment - 9:48 p.m. , January 12, 2005 jaksdf - 7:22 p.m. , December 19, 2004 the break up - 11:08 p.m. , December 16, 2004 fists of rage - 6:28 p.m. , December 13, 2004 |