Someone's gotta die.
Well today was interesting. My day didn't begin until about 5 when I went to go get Leslie's birthday gift. I bought her a Tori Amos CD and apparently the title of one of the songs being "Father Lucifer" gave my mother the urge to go on and on about how it's bad for the soul and shit. I don't have a soul anymore, quiet. Leslie's party was alright I suppose. I'm really really really sorry you guys, except at points not. I am though, I could've been more of a team player. Although being the manic bounty hunter that I am (wearing body armor) I have no regrets. I'm sorry Leslie. Happy Birthday!!! I hope you enjoy the CD! And thank you so much Mason. Thank you so much. I don't know, just thank you. I love ya man. Not much else to say except I'm feeling dead. Living dead girl. Haven't heard that song in a long ass time. I succeeded in playing Nothing Else Matters with a wah-wah pedal earlier in the afternoon. That made me grin. My sister's out being a mischief maker with her friend. Oh my. I'm feeling heartless like mother said. Empty, and void of compassion. I want something to hold on to. There's alot there I guess. I'm realizing the simplicity of Dennis Hopper's speech in Apocalypse Now. "You either love somebody, or ya hate them." It's so true. I can hate strangers that are older than thirteen for no reason at all. No kids younger than that. It sickens me to the point of blind rage and fuck when innocence is harmed. Blah. I'd like to kill the corrupter of such innocence. I'd like to. Draw red line with knife across its throat. The great equalizer I suppose. Am I evil? Yes I am. Am I evil? I am man. Blah, I'm sick with it. Tears you guys, tears. Fuck. I don't know why this is hurting. You said you hate my suffering and you understood, and you'd take care of me. You'd always be there. But where are you now?