Not of your design
i don't think like you
so why should i write like you
my thoughts
my world
so why should i write like you
my thoughts
my world
(11/22/2004; 10:00am) - i can't go home for 7 hours
you know those dreamlike hangovers
that you don't realize you have
until you are sittiug at your desk
on a brand new day
with no idea what's going on
i have one of those
(11/22/2004; 09:59am) - for the record
the past three days
is but a haze
of alcohol and hangovers
contaminated with houseguests
dabbled with debauchery
punctuated at spots with videogames
constantly bringing me to the same epic question
::is it monday already::
(11/11/2004; 09:43am) - 4 people in a 1 bedroom
wil and kev asked me if they could crash here the weekend of the 20th. i thought it ok as it would only be a weekend but now keith's apt just fell thru. here are my thoughts
ah hem:
Dear Houseguests,
i will kill you all.
one by one
do you hear me!
ONE BY ONE!
yes i am laughing maniacally! do you have a problem with that!?
KILL!!!
.b
(11/07/2004; 02:14am) - a call to arms
this is a call to arms
a call to climb out of our ivory towers
of idealism
of academia
of anger and frustration
to reform this country
in their image and ours
we will flood
our towns
our cities
our businesses
and our schools
to erode the system of fear and hate
and inoculate all future generations
this is a call to arms to
revel in our loss so that we may understand their dread
so that no child
no person
no candidate
no country
will lose anything to fear ever again
another world is possible
and we shall make it real
(10/20/2004; 11:45pm) - a cathartic fire
while looking for a pad
i stumbled across sheets of paper
containing contact numbers
talking points
and issues
to fix problems that were not my own.
upon discovery i promptly burned the pages
i feel better
(09/28/2004; 11:11pm) - ghost written by a 15 year old girl named Lizzie
so i'm all pissed off and like "FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU"
and she's like all giggling and says "Not now, maybe later"
and i'm thinking like "Really!?"
(09/27/2004; 10:15pm) - confessions of a news junkie
Last night i had a dream/nightmare about Kerry losing the upcoming debates
except...kerry and bush were dressed like starsky and hutch
....and i may have been batman
this can't be normal
(07/27/2004; 11:48pm) - after barista girl...as a fish
these are the hard times
mot the depths of abysmal failure::with nowhere to go but up::
but the almost was-es
when below you almost break the divide between here and beyond.
thinking that the universe is finally smiling upon you
...for it only to choose the person beside you
...or move on altogether
time after time after ti-
it almost makes you want to give up and surrender to the darkness of the depths
almost
(07/22/2004; 08:00am) - Can't we be friends?barrista girl.
it's probably for the best. I'm pretty sure love causes indigestion or at the very least heartburn!
(07/15/2004; 10:50pm) - a line in a book got to me today
Who must do the hard things? He who can
-attributed to Confucious