at the moment, i hate my job.

Nov. 26th, 2004 @ 12:39 pm Junk
song: Pete Yorn - Strange Condition
Just hope with an individual like me because of fashions with what and with who you are. Mistakes are included in this confession, if dared to read it.

Interesting.

i
had something to write to you.

perhaps a letter, perhaps a goodbye, or just perhaps. i realized then it wasn't something i had hoped to write, but

something i had meant to say, and every time i thought i had that chance, i always let it slip

right by.

i had more to say but i just can't seem to find a reason to say it.

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ok. i think either i am very bored at work, feeling that procrastination is the way to get to 4:30, or i am just going insane. i guess it's most likely all three. also, i think i have killed my computer at home...well, the pc. one of the macs is already dead, the other one makes an insane amount of noice, and my pc is so slow it's mind-boggling. ( Read more... )

Sadly, a clean up of friends. More like, do I know these people still; do we still have things in common? I am fascinated by everyone, and I wish there were more hours in a day because then I could read about everyone's lives and learn more about them...

How odd that I should post a short my friend Sheldon made here...

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His synopsis: I started thinking about why the inner workings of my head are like a machine...why the gears keep on turning. It's because I'm growing up. I have stress in my life...everyday pressures. There are moments however when the gears get stuck and momentarily stop turning ( Read more... )

i must be mad. i have another dog...

I have just returned (today, not as in this minute) from the How Conference! My my what a blast. Freestyle walking, wiki wiki, future wives, coleslaw in the bra, it was all there. Everything was drool worthy, including the SCHWAG. Yup.

More later, of course, as I must go to sleep. And pictures are coming, too!

Why is it that our memory is good enough to retain the least triviality that happens to us, and yet not good enough to recollect how often we have told it to the same person?
- Francois de La Rochefoucauld