i refuse to live in 2005.

how does one start over?

i'm ready, i'm packed, i got a full tank of gas

just tell me so that i can go...

have you ever come across the harrowing realisation that you've painted yourself into a dark corner? absolutely fucked and left to die by everyone who passes by...

the only way off that island is death. have some dignity and do it yerself...

i as you know me right now, am a corpse on the 20th anniversary of my birth.

smooth sailing towards one of life's checkpoints still not having met the criterias.

i really don't like this thing...

i read it later and always react mundanely

people now want to scoop the music out of my brain. well, sort of.

i do believe this is reason to increase my acid intake. so that i can write my own 'i am the walrus'.

seriously i hate working weekend nights...every fucking friday saturday until 1 in the morning

hopefully i'll be getting into the coveted 12-8 shifts, they're almost as good as mine...

i'm fighting. am i winning?

if i'm an asshole in the coming days, i apologize in advance.

the fact is that it's been hitting me quite hard again. i'm sick of moping about it or hoping things will change. i simply don't fucking care anymore.

expect a brash arrogance because i'm better than you. fucking children...

(you're so immature)

Tom Waits is coming to town. Tom fucking Waits. This is for me what the Hilary Duff show is for 13 year old girls. A monster truck rally for ignorant rednecks. The second fucking coming of Jesus for my grandparents.

I was so excited when I heard that I nearly vomited.