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Oct 19, 2005 13:54

i am tired. i am in the music library biding my time until i have to accompany for the next class for the asshole musical theatre director with his GODDAMN nasty greasy toupe and unctuous disposition. i know he hates me, and he knows i hate him. and i can't stand two hours with him on monday and wednesday anymore. i don't even care that i'm getting paid 10 dollars an hour. fuck it. self pride is worth no price.

i basically hate all of my jobs and want to never work ever again.

i'm also not sleeping. i'm stressed out.

the guy i hooked up with this weekend commented that the number 222 "is intense". now i know why i used to have standards. pretty boys really can be dumb.

every guy in greeley so far has been a let down. either i suck or they do. i'm not sure yet. but for some reason every single relationship platonic or "potentially more" with a member of the opposite sex has resulted in serious disappointment. i usually lose interest in a week.

i am waiting for my body to collapse.

i'm not going to live past 30 if i continue to live this way. stress is slowly killing my body. and i can feel it. one ulcer at a time.

now i must play my funeral march that comes in the form of rent's "season of love". fuck that song. i don't ever want to play it again.
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