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Hello world.
Obviously i've moved on from the world of live journaling... complaining in away messages is so much more fun. you reach a larger audience that way... more sympathy. isn't that what this is all about? isn't everyone basically looking for someone to say "yes, you're right, I agree with you, it'll all be okay" ? i myself have used the "it helps you keep in touch" arguement...but how much do you really communicate beyond a few comments here and there?
I went to Europe... it was great...some of it sucked. all my pictures are on facebook...you can look if u'd like to live vicariously through my pictures.... i know i would.
i have absolutely no money. yet i haven't learned how to spend the way a person in debt does. i suppose i'm spoiled. mentally. not physically. physically i get shit. we all know that.
the doctor carved out my nose.... wait, backtrack... he cut the bottom of my nose, pealed all the skin back and THEN carved out part of my nose, ripped out a whole bunch of tissue and shit. it's supposed to help my breath better...supposed to cure the sleep apnea which was caused by breaking it a year ago. not even a phone call from the one who put me in the hospital. thanks. do i care? only mildly. i'm bandaged...and stitched. the vicodin. it's okay. my face hurts like a bitch, i'm only waiting for someone to say "well, it's killing me!" mwah ha. tacky jokes. gotta love em.
carlo's here.
bye.
Obviously i've moved on from the world of live journaling... complaining in away messages is so much more fun. you reach a larger audience that way... more sympathy. isn't that what this is all about? isn't everyone basically looking for someone to say "yes, you're right, I agree with you, it'll all be okay" ? i myself have used the "it helps you keep in touch" arguement...but how much do you really communicate beyond a few comments here and there?
I went to Europe... it was great...some of it sucked. all my pictures are on facebook...you can look if u'd like to live vicariously through my pictures.... i know i would.
i have absolutely no money. yet i haven't learned how to spend the way a person in debt does. i suppose i'm spoiled. mentally. not physically. physically i get shit. we all know that.
the doctor carved out my nose.... wait, backtrack... he cut the bottom of my nose, pealed all the skin back and THEN carved out part of my nose, ripped out a whole bunch of tissue and shit. it's supposed to help my breath better...supposed to cure the sleep apnea which was caused by breaking it a year ago. not even a phone call from the one who put me in the hospital. thanks. do i care? only mildly. i'm bandaged...and stitched. the vicodin. it's okay. my face hurts like a bitch, i'm only waiting for someone to say "well, it's killing me!" mwah ha. tacky jokes. gotta love em.
carlo's here.
bye.