Ever have so many thoughts in your head that it forms a block that only an anurism can rival, an only a lobotomy can fix?

Having my frontal lobes surgically scraped out doesn't sound like such a half-bad idea right about now. What I wouldn't do to shut my mind down to it's reptilian core instincts. Just to have a quiet moment in my head.

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This journal now friends only.

Christ I need to fall asleep. Or find a mute for my inner thoughts.

Read this:

Morbid Fiction Du Jour!

Jennifer sends a link to a compelling short story by Chuck Palahniuk (author of
"Fight Club").  It's definitely worth you time!

http://www.seizureandy.com/stuff/guts.html

Jabberwok is pissed.

Just cause I won't let him climb up my egyptian linen tapestry.

I put him in his tank and he went directly to his room...er...under his log.

I'm out of games to play, ciggarettes to smoke, and time to relieve either of those quams.

Fuck.

http://www.cdc.gov/global/cards.htm

i need these.

I don't wanna throw up :(

http://media.ebaumsworld.com/index.php?e=nintendoacapella.wmv

The ultimate game would be a game sorta like The
Sims.
Except it would be called 'Angst'.

And you would see how many angsty people you can befriend, screw over, and then
befriend again.
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