while in rome we do as the romans, while in hell we do shots at the bar.

[unclesamismyman]

so i guess in a little more that two months, this journal will be 3 years old.

i decided to be emo today. i went to heroin/hobo/penis park and wrote on the stage/statue thing.

the music i'm listening to is no longer valid. it is now "all of my prophets" by waxwing.

what was i ever trying to communicate with these blogs? it was all just a substitute for confronting someone.

i'm tired, so therefore, i'm bitchy.

i'm going to make some coffee and smoke cigarettes on the roof. maybe i'll put it in a thermos and go for a walk to beye. i feel like being alone for a little while.

i just wish it wasn't so cold.

i also wish chrissy didn't live so damn far away. i feel like talking. and maybe smoking a little bit.

i guess i outgrew this whole thing. i'm at a point where i'd rather talk to someone than type about what they do that pisses me off. so maybe i don't need this anymore.

haha. now the music is "some natures catch no plagues" by saetia. i didn't expect this entry to be three songs long.

now i can't think of anything to type. hopefully you all made it this far without giving up. i'm not going to lie; i'm guilty of the occasional "speed read" through blog entries. so i guess i can't blame you for not reading the whole thing if you didn't.

i haven't had an entire day to myself in a long time. i guess this is what happens when i do that.

"i never wanted anything more than now."

it'll probably just confuse a lot of heroin addicts, but maybe someone will think it's cool.

now it's "screw you" by roger miret and the disasters.