and I don't think cowbell'll cure.

I'm fuckin' knackered. I think sleep is priority one. Then sex. Dirty, dirty sex.

I'll tell you about it sometime.

Memmmmmooorrries.

I'm not really sure what to think about myself, but fuck... dwelling on it doesn't seem all that great of an idea either.

I almost want to cry.

Only this time with sickness. SWEETY PIE!!!

I'm really oddly afraid of life. I need to stop being a pussy.

With solutions like that, how am I not succeeding?

Love,

Noah Allen Schafer.

I've not forgotten Livejournal. I've just been in a bit of a slump.

I'm not sure if I suck or not. But I'm pretty sure that you'd do the same....FUCKSHITFUCKSHITFUCKSHIT!!!

I think I've lost some of the things that made me in the last year. Gonna/gotta/getta them back.

Fucking awesome!!!