running out of cigarettes can be like the biggest bummer, because you know you don't feel capable to go fetch new ones right now. therefore, it's sit here and wish to god cigarettes magically appear. just call me cracky tobaccy with the motivation being a lil slacky.
i want to see how long it really takes to get bed sores.
i haven't eaten since sunday, and i'm not even hungry anymore. i'm living off coca - cola, and it's wonderful cafienated after effects.
like riding an elephant deep into the saharah desert... your only real escape is to ride that same shit on outta there. so here i am stranded in the jungle, alone and full of HATE. i'm a very angry young man
the funny thing about karma is that even when you don't dish out the revenge yourself, the cosmos got your back. or you and the cosmic forces at work, can pull the old double-play on a sucka. i like that one best.
it's funny what a grudge can make a person able to do, or how much better you feel after smashin to pieces, with a baseball bat, anything that belongs to the person you want to deliver your brand of marshall law to. cars, and things made of glass are particularly relieving.
fuck all this noise anyways, i'm crawling back into bed.
December 2002 January 2003 February 2003 March 2003 April 2003 May 2003 June 2003 July 2003 August 2003 September 2003 October 2003 November 2003 December 2003 January 2004 February 2004 March 2004 April 2004 May 2004 June 2004 July 2004 August 2004 September 2004 October 2004 November 2004 December 2004 January 2005 February 2005 March 2005 April 2005 May 2005 June 2005 July 2005 August 2005 September 2005 October 2005 January 2006 July 2007