Get me happy juice.
Livejournal, ey? Mine seems quite dead to me. I was reading through past entries, and I'm retarded. I hate typos, and I make them frequently. Of course I don't care enough to proof read, and if I did I'm just too damn lazy.
Though it's not just the typos that frustrate me. I talk about the most boring things. I'm sure no one in the right mind really cares what some stranger did the night before, which brings me to another point... no one in the right mind reads this. Then of course there I go reading people's away messages. What the hell is wrong with our culture? I should really go expose myself to reality, but I'm too busy playing Yahoo chess to get up and walk to the other room. If I did get up to the otehr room I'd probably just camp out in front of the TV and play GTA: San Andreas for a couple hours before I have to go to work. Then at work (which is where I am right now) I'll sit on Myspace for a half an hour, just sitting.
Well, I know this life may sound colorless, but I'm good at it. Plus, I'm getting skilled at chess.
He tells me I'm pathetic for this digital life. I think he's jealous. Besides, who is he to tell me this isn't reality? I'm breathing right? If there was an earthquack right now, that fact I'm sitting in a computer chair doesn't make me feel it less.
Like schizos, who am I to tell them what they see isn't real. They feel it right? They see it... Just because I don't understand their delusion doesn't mean it doesn't exsist. A blind person may not see but that doesn't mean he can't walk into a door.
I'm getting carried away.
I've had an annoying couple of days lately. No one wants me to be happy. Again, I am here to heal not be healed. I wasn't born to be happy, I was born to ensure the happiness of others.
Ok, I'm going to go play on myspace.
Though it's not just the typos that frustrate me. I talk about the most boring things. I'm sure no one in the right mind really cares what some stranger did the night before, which brings me to another point... no one in the right mind reads this. Then of course there I go reading people's away messages. What the hell is wrong with our culture? I should really go expose myself to reality, but I'm too busy playing Yahoo chess to get up and walk to the other room. If I did get up to the otehr room I'd probably just camp out in front of the TV and play GTA: San Andreas for a couple hours before I have to go to work. Then at work (which is where I am right now) I'll sit on Myspace for a half an hour, just sitting.
Well, I know this life may sound colorless, but I'm good at it. Plus, I'm getting skilled at chess.
He tells me I'm pathetic for this digital life. I think he's jealous. Besides, who is he to tell me this isn't reality? I'm breathing right? If there was an earthquack right now, that fact I'm sitting in a computer chair doesn't make me feel it less.
Like schizos, who am I to tell them what they see isn't real. They feel it right? They see it... Just because I don't understand their delusion doesn't mean it doesn't exsist. A blind person may not see but that doesn't mean he can't walk into a door.
I'm getting carried away.
I've had an annoying couple of days lately. No one wants me to be happy. Again, I am here to heal not be healed. I wasn't born to be happy, I was born to ensure the happiness of others.
Ok, I'm going to go play on myspace.