i'm sorry
i'm sorry
i'm sorry
i'm sorry
i'm sorry
i'm sorry
i'm sorry
i'm sorry
i'm sorry
i'm sorry
i'm sorry
i'm sorry
i'm sorry
i'm sorry
i'm sorry
i'm sorry
i'm sorry
i'm sorry
still believe me!

why?

S*E*N*T*I*M*E*N*T*A*L

i'm feeling that way again. i welcome it, but i hate it because i can't put my finger on it.

thank your lucky stars.

I've been doing some thinking.

And I really hate it when I'm wrong.

REALLY

HATE
IT.

So I hope I'm right.

This pisses me off.

BUZZEE DEIGH

i guess i like to be reassured?

i fear of losing my intelligence.

somebody told me yesterday that if you're set on what your future is, it's going to happen, despite the speedbumps. i like that.

WHAT I LOVE:

bright neon work out shorts,

dreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeamcatchers, they catch my dreams!,

making gold out of candy wrappers

BYE-e.

i regret today.

bad day.

so, the strings of this year are getting knotted together. i've got more than enough objects of concern and/or dismay to feed the all-inclusive population's universal psyche, and my priorities are out of whack. i'm exercising almost every day. i'm trying to eat in good health (although the amount of crap i eat outbalances the good i inhale.) and i'm starting to become conscious that i shouldn't be so slipshod in regards my short term memory, it's a very precious thing.
is it utterly incredulous to avow that i'm happier when i'm miserable? when i let things pry me open, or i let acts of melancholy sweep my state of mind. the decree that shall remain anonymous from 2005-2007 still lingers about me, i almost miss it. that's why i've assumed myself zany.
sometimes there exists not a single thread of joie de vivre. sometimes the strings i've pulled this year haunt me.
you constantly hear people gripe about something missing from their life and they can't put their finger on it and i hate to swamp myself into this pathetic majority of humanity, as luck would have it, i cannot refuse to empathize with them. so often i try to calculate the beginnings of something, but i find myself tripping over factors of no great concern, getting distracted by the greatly looked down upon bullshit.
basically, i've lost something i once possessed, a certain type of mentality.

or, maybe i'm just a crezze fool.

i'm not happy i'm not happy i'm not happy i'm not happy i'm not happy i'm not happy i'm not happy i'm not happy i'm not happy i'm not happy i'm not happy i'm not happy i'm not happy i'm not happy i'm not happy i'm not happy i'm not happy i'm not happy i'm not happy i'm not happy i'm not happy i'm not happy i'm not happy i'm not happy i'm not happy i'm not happy i'm not happy i'm not happy i'm not happy i'm not happy i'm not happy i'm not happy i'm not happy i'm not happy i'm not happy i'm not happy.

i lost my hat.

i hate it when little kids have juice stains on their mouths.
i hate it when a person takes years to get into the turn lane.
i hate it when people wear fruity scented deodorant.
i hate it when itunes doesn't have the track listing for a cd.
^but that's a lie, because i secretly like typing the information in.

i love it when i see animals pick at the ground after it rains.
i love it when i'm on the other side of somebody washing windows/car washes count.
i love it when anybody uses the word 'supine'.
i love it when i get to type in a cd's information on itunes.
^ but that's a lie, because secretly i'm a lazy person who just likes one click things.

it's true.

i love myself.


my gidget when she was a baby.

aw man.

added one more thing to my agenda.