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whats the point in writeing too long entrys if nobody reads them. is it healthy to pour your heart (even though i would hardly call it that) out to some internet blog? i am just going to answer my own question. yes. in the 70's david cassidy was pretty like a bitch admit it you know you want. i am so tired of stupid old navy singers, with their stupid songs and stupid cheap child labor (i actually dont know that, but i like to pretend) clothes. napolaen dynamite comes out today, and i am going to take my super cool scooter that goes a total of like 15 mph, and ride down to the video store. i hope i dont run over into any little old woman buying their fruit. that would never come off my concious. damn. those stupid credit card commericals are so annoying also. and wasnt it me who just said (or typed) yesterday that i wasnt going to watch tv anymore? yes. but it just gets so damn lonley around here and i just like the sound. i lost my shoes. i hope i find them in time to leave for the video store. i have to go to stuff stockings for the homeless. i guess its good. i mean shouldnt it leave me with a feeling of fullfilment, or like gratification (is that the right word). but know it doesnt. god damnit. i hate this. what? i dont know. god now i am having conversations with myself. i got glasses, and they just happen to be emo glasses, as if i wasnt emo enough already. though i dont really dont mind. why do people have to give you labels, o your emo god damnit! i hate to love it. i hate pop up adds. like the ones where it says "would you like to meet me" NO I DONT WANT TO MEET YOU. you are a red faced 90 year old with no teeth in a white flannel nightgown that is about 3 feet too short. nasty. time goes to slow. it feels like four hours but its only been about three minutes. i hate it. i need to get rid of all this hate by christmas. well i can have it, just not show it. which is quite hard but you know. no i actually dont think you do. but if you want you can belive you do. but just if it makes you feel better about you self. cause god knows that the commericials dont do enough of that. as much as i would love to keep typing, i just cant, partly because i am bored of typing, but i probably will type up another entry in about an hour. its great it really is. wait whats great? i dont even know what i am talking about let alone what i am calling great.