how was your weekend?
i slept all day today almost. watched the first disc of my Simpson’s first
season set. went to see my dad. that kind of junk. yesterday,
scott had a small get together at his house. so we did that thing.
its late, I’m ready for bed. just wanted to post my latest nothingness
here just so you know I’m still alive. sorry for your disappointment.
Sunday, June 16, 2002
how was your weekend?
i slept all day today almost. watched the first disc of my Simpson’s first
season set. went to see my dad. that kind of junk. yesterday,
scott had a small get together at his house. so we did that thing.
its late, I’m ready for bed. just wanted to post my latest nothingness
here just so you know I’m still alive. sorry for your disappointment.
😉
Thursday, June 13, 2002
and this time, what
is it? is it the same as
the last
situation? where is my new
poetry?
where is my mood to write some? this sometimes
replaces
my mood writing. this is the closest thing to a journal
i’ve (n)ever
had. maybe when i was younger, i would have kept a
journal if i thought someone might find
it and read
it. i like to eat
m&m’s.
OK, this quote
is really sad: “”We have this company that comes around to pick up the
aborted fetuses,” another nurse says. “But if we’re really busy, it costs us a
fortune to get rid of them. At those times, we just follow the doctor’s orders
and flush them down the toilet.”