Saturday, August 07, 2004
holy fucking mother of godshit.
grrrrrr....fast internet bothers me now. WHAT THE FUCK is up with that? ...i never fathomed that THAT would have occured.
it sucks me in. then sucks me dry.
i wonder if anyone ever still checks me blog anymore. considering i haven't written in here for about a month, i'm not so sure. and plus i don't know how to get the comments to work. and for me, that's the best part of having a blog...seeing what people have to say...about what i have to say. and in general, i'm not the same person in writing and on paper. then when i'm talking to you one on one...or, in big groups. i tend to fumble over words and never get across my point so i just get flustered and annoyed with myself so i don't say much. (note: that part was not supposed to make sense. i meant to do that. so if it doesn't make sense, fuck off and wander down your own little blog path of little sweet holy shits. =) okay? )
am i making sense?
am i rambling?
did you catch what my point was?
who cares...i don't.
blehhhh. okay, it's getting too late.
tired.
sleep...good.
fast internet...bad.
*night world.
whole enchilada of a globe, floating effortlessly in the darkness......of love.
grrrrrr....fast internet bothers me now. WHAT THE FUCK is up with that? ...i never fathomed that THAT would have occured.
it sucks me in. then sucks me dry.
i wonder if anyone ever still checks me blog anymore. considering i haven't written in here for about a month, i'm not so sure. and plus i don't know how to get the comments to work. and for me, that's the best part of having a blog...seeing what people have to say...about what i have to say. and in general, i'm not the same person in writing and on paper. then when i'm talking to you one on one...or, in big groups. i tend to fumble over words and never get across my point so i just get flustered and annoyed with myself so i don't say much. (note: that part was not supposed to make sense. i meant to do that. so if it doesn't make sense, fuck off and wander down your own little blog path of little sweet holy shits. =) okay? )
am i making sense?
am i rambling?
did you catch what my point was?
who cares...i don't.
blehhhh. okay, it's getting too late.
tired.
sleep...good.
fast internet...bad.
*night world.
whole enchilada of a globe, floating effortlessly in the darkness......of love.
Comments:
you like to use the words "shit" and "fuck" a lot, but fail to use "son of a bitch" and "motherfucker," a couple of my favorites
until you remedy this, your blog will fail to have my seal of approval
until you remedy this, your blog will fail to have my seal of approval
great...now i have people telling me what to write so i can have their approval. that's not what i was asking for
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