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Jun 24, 2008 22:28

It may be the cold medicine coursing through my blood stream or just the constant strokes of concentrated crazy in my hemispheres but Ive just got worlds inside me Ive got to hand-vomit onto the page.

No but really, Ive got tons to say and need to keep it all in. AND I HATE THAT! Here is where I am supposed to let my guard down, on the internets and the internets alone. But all for nought. Oh well.

I think my new genre to listen to is going to be funk.

I want my hair to grow back out. The escaped mental patient look is annoying. Actually, to be honest, I dont care what it looks like but its so short that I miss getting to mess with and style my hair every morning. Is that odd? It is? Well fuck your uncle with a robotic snake. Here, this one's water proof. http://grinding.be/2008/06/23/amphibious-robot-snake/

Tomorrow I clock in at 5:30 and come hell or the blood of the "innocent" up to my ankles I will be clocking out at noon. Ive got this rip roaring combination head cold/sinus infection/ Chernobog in my nasal cavity and I really dont feel like dealing with people. Im not even sure how Im going to get to sleep as I passed out from 4 till almost 10. May go out for a late night medication shopping trip!

Well, freak flag completely unfurled I think Im going to watch some Travel Channel. Do I try to hard? Eh.

"Dissect a trillion sighs away
Will you get this letter
Jagged pulp sliced in my veins
I write to remember
'Cause I'm a million miles away
Will you get this letter
Jagged pulp sliced in my veins
I write to remember
I write to remember
I write to remember"
Fuck that.
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