last night, my dream was a sub-par movie, with skeet ulrich/elisa dushku.
but i had never seen the movie before, and I wasnt even in it.

its better than thinking about that thing I found out sunday.

ive never cared so little about being cold.

" After the pope drew his last breath, a doctor was called forth to pronounce the death; in some pontificates, no more than a mirror was used to detect breath. To be certain of death, the Church had its own formula: The Cardinal-Camerlengo of the Church would come forward. All others would drop back behind him while he removed from a small red ( Read more... )

second nicest day so far.
i have nobody to spend it with.
ill be in bed by 6.

fuck off world.

i am decaying.
i am destroyed.
i am hopeless.
i am the end.

i am moving downward endlessly, and there is no end to the darkness ahead of me.
all my hopes and dreams have been murdered before me.
i have nothing left but thier memories.

i am nothing.

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"dont cry to me barry bonds, you crybaby nigger fucker."

- my dad and all of his wisdom, to the tv just now.

its never too early for racism.

white grape peach
+ rum
+ sleeping pills
+ everything ok
= good sleep tonight.

"The NY Times reported last weekend on the Robert Blake trial, and included this bizarre tidbit ( Read more... )

my mp3 player is busted. that lasted a whole 2 months. fuck.