sitting in my new room last night with a bearded homeless wiseman and a sixfoot female with a mowhawk and fishnets, compiling a shopping list of necessities for the nights activities while watching ghost world
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i have a problem with the word "love". it is not a descriptive enough word. "love" reminds me of "rock and roll". there are too many types of rock to group them all into one category. i think its like that with love. from now on i am going to say "i easy-listening you" or "i post-punk industrial you"
tina and i are officialy on a break. she is more fun than i can handle. i think that its not healthy to be thinking about her as much as i do. it was getting to the point that i felt sick when she wasnt around. so i told her "baby, you know i love ya, and im always thinkin of ya..." she wasnt too upset.