I miss me.
I don't know when i left, or why. But I just wish i would come back.
I'm going on a me hunt. =]
I'm going to find out what made me so bitter and socially inappropriate in these recent months, and then I'm gonna eradicate it from my life....
Problem solved.
I feel that I should use this more like a diary. Rather than using it to hate life, thus reminding me how much I absent-mindedly hate life.
Dear Blogger,
I broke my hand. I don't remember doing it. I now have my very own hand expert though - imagine that, a whole doctor, just for me. Gee!
I don't need no woman right now, but one has been plaguing my mind for a few weeks. I got quite drunk and spoke to her a few days ago . . now she doesn't seem to want to talk to me. Come to think of it, no one really does. Anyway, I feel that this shall lead to bad things no matter how things turn out. I finished the book i was reading, this sucks. I have nothing to distract me. I can't really make any music, everything i talk to seems to not want to talk to me anymore, and to top it off Smart's have pasted an A on top of the E in PENINIS. I'm horrified. I loved that freaking sign. . .On a lighter note, I found a book that i really want to read. You might have heard of it, it's called The Picture of Dorian Gray. It's by some chap named Oscar Wilde, and it looks right up my street.
Task 1: Stop talking to her. Replace her with Oscar Wilde.
Task 2: Listen to happy music and smile like I'm completely lost, and don't know which direction is 'home'.
Task 3: . . . Uhhhh, suggestions?
Peaceout x
I don't know when i left, or why. But I just wish i would come back.
I'm going on a me hunt. =]
I'm going to find out what made me so bitter and socially inappropriate in these recent months, and then I'm gonna eradicate it from my life....
Problem solved.
I feel that I should use this more like a diary. Rather than using it to hate life, thus reminding me how much I absent-mindedly hate life.
Dear Blogger,
I broke my hand. I don't remember doing it. I now have my very own hand expert though - imagine that, a whole doctor, just for me. Gee!
I don't need no woman right now, but one has been plaguing my mind for a few weeks. I got quite drunk and spoke to her a few days ago . . now she doesn't seem to want to talk to me. Come to think of it, no one really does. Anyway, I feel that this shall lead to bad things no matter how things turn out. I finished the book i was reading, this sucks. I have nothing to distract me. I can't really make any music, everything i talk to seems to not want to talk to me anymore, and to top it off Smart's have pasted an A on top of the E in PENINIS. I'm horrified. I loved that freaking sign. . .On a lighter note, I found a book that i really want to read. You might have heard of it, it's called The Picture of Dorian Gray. It's by some chap named Oscar Wilde, and it looks right up my street.
Task 1: Stop talking to her. Replace her with Oscar Wilde.
Task 2: Listen to happy music and smile like I'm completely lost, and don't know which direction is 'home'.
Task 3: . . . Uhhhh, suggestions?
Peaceout x
1 comment:
task 3.
stop reading in settling darkness, craning to the streetlamps and despising your shadow. i have a headlamp. it is now yours.
hating shadow, your shadow coming back to haunt you. hmm. sinister idea just for you. (sinister, but, alas, in no way original. du reckon original thought still exists? everytime i think about it, it just gets far too depressing.)
i think of you as zaphod beeblebrox kinda guy (like someone in posession of far greater knowledge then they ever let on. or maybe its just that no-one asks the right questions. have you read it btw? ill lend it to you if you havent.
i like this blohg.
peace.
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