late night journal entry
sometimes when im looking at a rope, i get the opposite of the urge to be somewhere else. and i get the feeling that people need to know what i think is funny in order for them to "understand" me a "little better". i dont want anyone or anything to understand me. so i laugh at anything. its commendable if you understand 42% of the things that i say. if you understand more than that, i'll probably stop talking to you. as for tomorrow afternoon, ill be talking a lot. and you wont be understanding. and thats perfect.
oh, i almost forgot. happy belated 61st anniversary of D-Day.
oh, i almost forgot. happy belated 61st anniversary of D-Day.