'a love like this has to suffice...'
i'm so bored.
sweet shit, suddenly days are so freakin' long and empty.
dave's across a currently impenetrable border. wackydoodle's MIA.
not being able to sleep more than four or five hours a night doesn't help.
same with not being able to muster much concentration. enough to day to read some chuck palahniuk (irvine welsh is still a bit too dense) but hardly enough to heed dave's exhortation to 'write the book!' (but at least that's his current position. i reminded him that a few years ago he forbade same book-writing--i also said i'd always intended to anyway--and i'd very much like to actually, y'know, do it and to justify his faith in my abilities. which, at the moment, are...uh...like....um, not-so-much, or something.)
seriously, though.
i'm so bored.
i wish i had, like, friends. or the ability to make friends.
hm... chuck palahniuk movie (choke) or chuck palahniuk book (snuff?) or, should i perhaps limit my exposure to chuck, whose work is perhaps somewhat responsible for me having gotten myself in the position i'm in....
did that even make sense? no?
okay. no one's even reading this.
i'm gonna go, i don't know, suck on a whipped cream can, or something.
sweet shit, suddenly days are so freakin' long and empty.
dave's across a currently impenetrable border. wackydoodle's MIA.
not being able to sleep more than four or five hours a night doesn't help.
same with not being able to muster much concentration. enough to day to read some chuck palahniuk (irvine welsh is still a bit too dense) but hardly enough to heed dave's exhortation to 'write the book!' (but at least that's his current position. i reminded him that a few years ago he forbade same book-writing--i also said i'd always intended to anyway--and i'd very much like to actually, y'know, do it and to justify his faith in my abilities. which, at the moment, are...uh...like....um, not-so-much, or something.)
seriously, though.
i'm so bored.
i wish i had, like, friends. or the ability to make friends.
hm... chuck palahniuk movie (choke) or chuck palahniuk book (snuff?) or, should i perhaps limit my exposure to chuck, whose work is perhaps somewhat responsible for me having gotten myself in the position i'm in....
did that even make sense? no?
okay. no one's even reading this.
i'm gonna go, i don't know, suck on a whipped cream can, or something.