warning: profanity ahead.
1:33pm - 04.16.03
*dreamy sigh* i just looked at the ozzfest lineup. korn, chevelle, marilyn, disturbed, voivod, ahhhh. and my love, ozzy. god, i can't wait. which is also an interesting note that ticketmaster charged my card, but i haven't gotten tix yet. snarf-snarf.
my old flame was a jester, and a joker, and a dealer of men. they called him the prince, a prince of blackjack and women and anything that slipped into his hands. [don't make me come to vegas - tori amos]
so i talked to ed last night. we were supposed to meet up to work on his album cover for the new cd, but with Cookie coming back from the vet, i didn't want to be away from her for so long, so we re-scheduled for saturday. but we were talking for a little bit and he commented on how revealing this site is. funny, i'm vaguely aware of it, but only in the background. i don't mind. i want people to know what goes on in my life. it's interesting and fascinating for me to hear about other people's lives, their ups and downs ("bumps in the road")...
fuck.. hang on a sec. real work calls. :o)
5:21pm
fuck. mom called. i'm such a fucking incompetent bitch. everything i hate.
5:31pm
goddamnit! fuck. fuck. fuck. sometimes i wonder who the fuck i'm kidding that life's anything other than a bitch. i HATE MAKING MISTAKES! i hate being incompetent. i hate myself when this happens. fuck. because i know i can do it all better. fucking 150%, right? fuck it all.
my life's the goddamn rollercoaster. it's times like these that i wonder why i bother to put a happy spin on it at all. all i want to do is go home, put some music on, get ripped, stumble about cleaning up my room and doing laundry, and flaa into bed at some ungodly hour when i give out. shut the whole goddamn world out. it doesn't need me; i don't need it.
goddamn. right now, i really fucking hate myself.
6:34pm
FUCK. ME.
*dreamy sigh* i just looked at the ozzfest lineup. korn, chevelle, marilyn, disturbed, voivod, ahhhh. and my love, ozzy. god, i can't wait. which is also an interesting note that ticketmaster charged my card, but i haven't gotten tix yet. snarf-snarf.
my old flame was a jester, and a joker, and a dealer of men. they called him the prince, a prince of blackjack and women and anything that slipped into his hands. [don't make me come to vegas - tori amos]
so i talked to ed last night. we were supposed to meet up to work on his album cover for the new cd, but with Cookie coming back from the vet, i didn't want to be away from her for so long, so we re-scheduled for saturday. but we were talking for a little bit and he commented on how revealing this site is. funny, i'm vaguely aware of it, but only in the background. i don't mind. i want people to know what goes on in my life. it's interesting and fascinating for me to hear about other people's lives, their ups and downs ("bumps in the road")...
fuck.. hang on a sec. real work calls. :o)
5:21pm
fuck. mom called. i'm such a fucking incompetent bitch. everything i hate.
5:31pm
goddamnit! fuck. fuck. fuck. sometimes i wonder who the fuck i'm kidding that life's anything other than a bitch. i HATE MAKING MISTAKES! i hate being incompetent. i hate myself when this happens. fuck. because i know i can do it all better. fucking 150%, right? fuck it all.
my life's the goddamn rollercoaster. it's times like these that i wonder why i bother to put a happy spin on it at all. all i want to do is go home, put some music on, get ripped, stumble about cleaning up my room and doing laundry, and flaa into bed at some ungodly hour when i give out. shut the whole goddamn world out. it doesn't need me; i don't need it.
goddamn. right now, i really fucking hate myself.
6:34pm
FUCK. ME.