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here i sit once again with 10,000 things running through my mind, and can't seem to write any of it down.
Q. is it too personal?
A. some of it is.
Q. is it too psychotic?
A. yes, some of it is.
Q. is it too embarrassing?
A. hmm, yes. some of it is.
i'm always asking myself questions. i'm always singing to myself. sometimes i'll be singing and someone will walk by me that i didn't see coming, and i'll quickly lower my volume. i don't stop singing completely though because i don't want them to think i'm embarrassed you see. i'm always just so got damn bored here at work. especially right now. thank god for this computer. i just have so much time everyday to think about things. so much time to over analyze things. analyze the hell out of things. i wouldn't be surprised if i write a big long journal entry right now, then once i finish highlight the whole thing and delete it all. that's typically what i do. i will not do it this time. although this is exactly the kind of message i would erase.
whenever i'm here, i feel like i'm a hound at a dog track. i can see that fucking bunny and it drives me crazy. i spin and jump around and when it hits seven o'clock, the gate opens and i'm out the door chasing after something i can't even see.
i would gladly take the day off without pay just so i could stay home and get some things done. run some errands, do some dishes, go for a walk.
Q. is it too personal?
A. some of it is.
Q. is it too psychotic?
A. yes, some of it is.
Q. is it too embarrassing?
A. hmm, yes. some of it is.
i'm always asking myself questions. i'm always singing to myself. sometimes i'll be singing and someone will walk by me that i didn't see coming, and i'll quickly lower my volume. i don't stop singing completely though because i don't want them to think i'm embarrassed you see. i'm always just so got damn bored here at work. especially right now. thank god for this computer. i just have so much time everyday to think about things. so much time to over analyze things. analyze the hell out of things. i wouldn't be surprised if i write a big long journal entry right now, then once i finish highlight the whole thing and delete it all. that's typically what i do. i will not do it this time. although this is exactly the kind of message i would erase.
whenever i'm here, i feel like i'm a hound at a dog track. i can see that fucking bunny and it drives me crazy. i spin and jump around and when it hits seven o'clock, the gate opens and i'm out the door chasing after something i can't even see.
i would gladly take the day off without pay just so i could stay home and get some things done. run some errands, do some dishes, go for a walk.