(no subject)
I just waited a full day to update my journal, just left it sitting on the screen. None of the times or dates mean anything anymore, even though they probably didn't in the first place. So you can just ignore that *other* entry. Heh.
I'm not entirely sure who got me sick, but whoever did it is an asshole. I think it may have in fact been myself, in which case I'm an asshole. Asshole.
I feel like I should be out destroying something. Not trying to find a job, which I'm about to do, but out wrecking some meaningless trifle someone's attatched some value to. Hell, destruction breeds creation. The past's all gonna be lost in a hail of fire eventually. Take the Old Post Office. It had a thousand years of Irish history in its walls, and they blew it up for a failed rebellion. One of a great many. Eventually those Irish fuckers created their own state, literally out of the ashes. Maybe that's why I'm feeling so violent. Blood and veins and all.
Maybe it's something else. I still haven't dropped off her shit yet. Shit.
Shame about Toddles too, though I am still quite pissed someone used my ivejournal like that. For future reference, noone directly quote me to have a bullshit argument with their significant other. I don't like feeling partially responsible for a little extra human misery simply for speaking my mind. Life is too fucking short to ask (bullshit) questions like "Have you ever lied to me?" and people need to realize that.
It's called freedom of expression and when I get older it's going to prevent me from becoming any sort of public figure. So chill.
I'm finding this tricky because in the process of writing an entry I usually listen to several songs, and they all end up influencing it somehow. Ah well. Now to find some entertainment. Anyone wanna excersize their right to get paralytic and fight?
I'm not entirely sure who got me sick, but whoever did it is an asshole. I think it may have in fact been myself, in which case I'm an asshole. Asshole.
I feel like I should be out destroying something. Not trying to find a job, which I'm about to do, but out wrecking some meaningless trifle someone's attatched some value to. Hell, destruction breeds creation. The past's all gonna be lost in a hail of fire eventually. Take the Old Post Office. It had a thousand years of Irish history in its walls, and they blew it up for a failed rebellion. One of a great many. Eventually those Irish fuckers created their own state, literally out of the ashes. Maybe that's why I'm feeling so violent. Blood and veins and all.
Maybe it's something else. I still haven't dropped off her shit yet. Shit.
Shame about Toddles too, though I am still quite pissed someone used my ivejournal like that. For future reference, noone directly quote me to have a bullshit argument with their significant other. I don't like feeling partially responsible for a little extra human misery simply for speaking my mind. Life is too fucking short to ask (bullshit) questions like "Have you ever lied to me?" and people need to realize that.
It's called freedom of expression and when I get older it's going to prevent me from becoming any sort of public figure. So chill.
I'm finding this tricky because in the process of writing an entry I usually listen to several songs, and they all end up influencing it somehow. Ah well. Now to find some entertainment. Anyone wanna excersize their right to get paralytic and fight?