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so, i agree with kayla, myspace has became the death of everything that is sacred to the interent. livejournal is dead.
i hate everything being so crypted, but who really gives a shit anymore. it's not like anyone reads these fucking journal entries anymore. no one really gives a shit about what gets said in them unless someone is like "oh god i'm so depressed" or "i think i'm going to slit my wrist and get in the tub."
so, here's yet another encrypted entry.
things are about to hit a fucking industrial sized steel fan, and said things are about to come hurling at mach 90 to hit me in the face. it could possibly be the precursor to .. i don't even know. i don't know how to explain it. i don't know if i even want to talk about it anymore. it just makes me totally want to change my name, and move the fuck away.
i know that's the pussy way out of things, but goddamn, it never fails for things to look up for exactley five minutes, and then it goes back to sucking more cock than joy the prostitute. seriously, just when everything looked really really fucking good for me, something of this magnituted comes into perspective and it makes me realize that things are neither a-okay, or are they going to be, and i have so much shit ahead of me to think about and to do.
but you say that you'll take care of it. i hope that's a promise. i just don't want to add more shit on your shoulders than you are already carrying. i don't possibly see how any of that could take weight off of them.
fuck. i just don't know what to do. i just really hope ups gets here with what i want friday or saturday. even though i'm sure they don't run on saturday. maybe that would make things better.
yeah.. right. for about five more minutes.
i hate everything being so crypted, but who really gives a shit anymore. it's not like anyone reads these fucking journal entries anymore. no one really gives a shit about what gets said in them unless someone is like "oh god i'm so depressed" or "i think i'm going to slit my wrist and get in the tub."
so, here's yet another encrypted entry.
things are about to hit a fucking industrial sized steel fan, and said things are about to come hurling at mach 90 to hit me in the face. it could possibly be the precursor to .. i don't even know. i don't know how to explain it. i don't know if i even want to talk about it anymore. it just makes me totally want to change my name, and move the fuck away.
i know that's the pussy way out of things, but goddamn, it never fails for things to look up for exactley five minutes, and then it goes back to sucking more cock than joy the prostitute. seriously, just when everything looked really really fucking good for me, something of this magnituted comes into perspective and it makes me realize that things are neither a-okay, or are they going to be, and i have so much shit ahead of me to think about and to do.
but you say that you'll take care of it. i hope that's a promise. i just don't want to add more shit on your shoulders than you are already carrying. i don't possibly see how any of that could take weight off of them.
fuck. i just don't know what to do. i just really hope ups gets here with what i want friday or saturday. even though i'm sure they don't run on saturday. maybe that would make things better.
yeah.. right. for about five more minutes.