Murder
I don't know how to type anymore. I never know how to truly convey my thoughts or feelings.
I wish I were typing on my typewriter. It is so much more real.
The email world of today has killed letter writing. Perhaps not. Maybe a whole new way of communicating is just being....perfected or something. I look forward to mail. Snail mail. There is something so awesome about knowing the fact that like, forty people had something to do with that letter coming to your house or apartment or wherever. I also am a firm believer that my mail personally gets fucked with. I am sort of scared of writing letters to people. I certainly know that this type of communication would be just as easily messed with but, at least I can get it out there before it's too late. No one can open it and steal things or shred the envelope.
I decided this year to read a lot more. It isn't going that great so far. I have decided on some books I want to read. But, am still lagging on the actually reading. Any suggestions for me to read, please let me know either via comment or text message or message on myspace. Also, if you have the book to borrow, that'd be even more awesome. For some reason, I like borrowing books, sort of due to the fact that you know that person and know they've read it. I think that some of their feelings are poured into it. May sound weird to some of you weirdos out there, but I like it. Eat my shit.
I have also tried to ensure a program of working out more than once a week when I played soccer. I want to lose weight and feel better. Plus then the ladies will love me more. Which, I didn't think possible but, apparently it is. Oh wait. It's been like five years since I've had a woman willing to actually call herself my girlfriend.
Sad sad.
One reason I really still like Rage Against The Machine is that they were a politically driven group way before it became so cool to do it. I know they aren't the first but, for their time, they were one of the only popular groups around doing it.
Nothing says a good time on Sunday night like a hard day's work, some Apple Spice beer, rum and coke and some good ol' fashion Mapo Tofu. Can you top that? I don't think so. Ah, well, I suppose, now technically it's Monday morning. Oh, well.
Seems to be that, if you've tried a million different ways to do something, the only way to do it is the way you haven't tried yet.
Sort of bothersome.
Ok, well, I think I'm going to go. I will finish my food and drink and hopefully sleep peacefully until the onslaught of tomorrow will face me and I shall meet it head on.
Good eve to us all.
Peace,
SpiRaL
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I wish I were typing on my typewriter. It is so much more real.
The email world of today has killed letter writing. Perhaps not. Maybe a whole new way of communicating is just being....perfected or something. I look forward to mail. Snail mail. There is something so awesome about knowing the fact that like, forty people had something to do with that letter coming to your house or apartment or wherever. I also am a firm believer that my mail personally gets fucked with. I am sort of scared of writing letters to people. I certainly know that this type of communication would be just as easily messed with but, at least I can get it out there before it's too late. No one can open it and steal things or shred the envelope.
I decided this year to read a lot more. It isn't going that great so far. I have decided on some books I want to read. But, am still lagging on the actually reading. Any suggestions for me to read, please let me know either via comment or text message or message on myspace. Also, if you have the book to borrow, that'd be even more awesome. For some reason, I like borrowing books, sort of due to the fact that you know that person and know they've read it. I think that some of their feelings are poured into it. May sound weird to some of you weirdos out there, but I like it. Eat my shit.
I have also tried to ensure a program of working out more than once a week when I played soccer. I want to lose weight and feel better. Plus then the ladies will love me more. Which, I didn't think possible but, apparently it is. Oh wait. It's been like five years since I've had a woman willing to actually call herself my girlfriend.
Sad sad.
One reason I really still like Rage Against The Machine is that they were a politically driven group way before it became so cool to do it. I know they aren't the first but, for their time, they were one of the only popular groups around doing it.
Nothing says a good time on Sunday night like a hard day's work, some Apple Spice beer, rum and coke and some good ol' fashion Mapo Tofu. Can you top that? I don't think so. Ah, well, I suppose, now technically it's Monday morning. Oh, well.
Seems to be that, if you've tried a million different ways to do something, the only way to do it is the way you haven't tried yet.
Sort of bothersome.
Ok, well, I think I'm going to go. I will finish my food and drink and hopefully sleep peacefully until the onslaught of tomorrow will face me and I shall meet it head on.
Good eve to us all.
Peace,
SpiRaL
*end transmission*