Somebody remind me to send back my damn Netflix movies. I bet I've had them for three weeks.
Of course I care. Even if it's not allowed, and even if it's not believed, I
still care.
I'm putting a new tip on my cue. First time in years. It's oddly calming.
So my sister bought a car, then changed her mind at the last minute because
it didn't have heated seats.
The music they're playing at Sportstime today makes me want to kill whitey.
The cruelest thing she ever did was to be nice to me.
Having lunch with HatGirl!
Sometimes, understanding is overrated. Sometimes, simply knowing that someone you care about is hurting is enough. Sometimes, I really miss my mom. She wouldn't understand any of this, but that wouldn't matter.
I'm scared of the things I might write in my blog, if I ever truly give up and decide that there's nothing left to lose.
Sometimes I wish I could take it all back, but I can't. I can't take any of
it back. Because it was all the truth, and because it all needed to be said.
Doing a quick job for a company in Paris. Unfortunately, I'm doing it from
home. Going to Paris would be cool, I think. It might be far enough
away.
I should have brought my new laptop here. I'm in a writey mood.
It's raining like crazy.
I'm wondering. If we ever manage to fix this, will we be angry at ourselves for wasting all this time? I think that I will be.
I went to bed at 10:30, and got up at 8:00.
I wish I could sing. Some emotions need song, because spoken words aren't enough.
I haven't bothered to shave since Saturday morning. I don't know why. This server girl at Sportstime just told me I look grizzled. I'm not sure if that's good or bad.
Tonight I'm finding myself amused by the irony.
The camera on my blackberry is indeed broken.
Can't sleep. Going to Rich O's.
What a good time we had. Now I'm back home and so it's time to be sad again.
We've watched this dude spend at least $70 on drinks for this girl, and now he's finally leaving with her. He probably could have handed her a $5 and gotten the same result.
It was a good idea to come up here. I think we're drunk, though.
According to a recent poll, there are four guys named "Dave" sitting in a row at The Cock & Bull.