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You know, I really don't use this for public entries much anymore. I do have alot going on, I really do.
Life is still good. Still wearing that jacket. Gold diggers suck. The sunlight's making me feel paranoid. I look outside and see the world at war. The people walk to work like they're alone. I sit in silence, staring at the phone.
It's nearly time to mention my web project. Some of it ties in with Live Journal XML feeds, and the OpenID system.
The people laugh and play like they're alone. I never meant to shut you out. I never meant to cause alarm.
I've also said, `screw it`, and started writing the book I've been talking about for two years. There is no outline. There is no coherency. There is just a spilling out of what comes to mind. There will be death, sadness, and some of it you can blame on Atlanta traffic; the rest on human self-centeredness.
There are words to be said that I don't care to share.
And in case you are wondering, half of that was a song I was listening to, haha. The parts about my life are just filler.
Life is still good. Still wearing that jacket. Gold diggers suck. The sunlight's making me feel paranoid. I look outside and see the world at war. The people walk to work like they're alone. I sit in silence, staring at the phone.
It's nearly time to mention my web project. Some of it ties in with Live Journal XML feeds, and the OpenID system.
The people laugh and play like they're alone. I never meant to shut you out. I never meant to cause alarm.
I've also said, `screw it`, and started writing the book I've been talking about for two years. There is no outline. There is no coherency. There is just a spilling out of what comes to mind. There will be death, sadness, and some of it you can blame on Atlanta traffic; the rest on human self-centeredness.
There are words to be said that I don't care to share.
And in case you are wondering, half of that was a song I was listening to, haha. The parts about my life are just filler.