April 2003
you know what? fuck the internet.
got drunk. heckled richard hidalgo. stole some SARS from canada. might rent a movie tonight. haven’t seen one of those in a while. this summer is gonna suck.
seriously.
death in the third-person.
i attended the viewing for ryan a. bailey [august 4, 1992 - april 16, 2003] last night. it was the first death-related activity not involving anyone from my blood-related family.
i realized that until yesterday i’ve regarded death as a novelty. the last time it was experienced first-hand, i was not even into my first decade. “no school for a day!” “awesome...
choke holds make your throat hurt. sorta.
tomorrow is 5 months with ang. we’re eating together tonight. saddle creek needs to sign more than three bands. the new red rover single is sorta catchy. its bad when you can’t lift your right arm above your head, right?
both my knees are skinned. from two seperate incidents. fantastic.
don't cry anymore, your tears have stained my...
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busy. itchy eyes. tired. happy. concerned. need new stuff. ready to go. i don’t know how i’m going to swing this, but i need to have my entire body functioning at the same time, all the time. what’s wrong with my tv?
“demand for expression with no outlet, a sense of time rushing by”
was there ever a difference between knowing the...
at the moment, folding laundry takes precedent. then i want to see my girlfriend.
i just don’t know how.
it’s like those spots you see when you get momentarily blinded, except they’re real and they’re everywhere. you’re probably one of them. what do i do?
“my slipshod design amounted to nothing. and i’m not suprised, i’m not...