Feb 19, 2006 08:50
Oy.
Why do I feel like the smallest parasite on the crustiest barnacle on the scummiest rock in the deepest part of the ocean right now (damn, where did that come from?) when I know without a doubt that I have done nothing wrong?
If I were still a writer, this would definitely be something to feed off of. Thank you, college education, for destroying what creativity I had. My festive purple journal from Sam Goody lies neglected still.
The world would be so much better if people loved themselves a little bit more (and I mean that in a somewhat profound, very much un-vulgar or un-self-absorbed way). If people loved themselves more, they would love others more.
God has a sense of humor. He has a HELLUVA sense of humor (how's that for irony?). God's up in Heaven going "ROFLMAO!!!" right now.
I like how Myspace has managed to rip off both Xanga AND Livejournal with the currently playing/watching/reading/gaming and current mood thingumabobs.
Bob Marley once said "Don't worry about a thing, 'cause every little thing's gonna be alright." And then he died of BRAIN CANCER.
Indeed.