hiya ladies and gentlemen,
so i think someone seriously needs to open up my head for some scheduled maintenece. . .
cause i had another crazy dream. perhaps it is the couch i am sleeping on (stupid thing is about 4" too short for me to stretch out completely on). maybe it is like a special dream inducing couch. maybe the people who made it were trippin' out and their blood penetrated the weave. maybe i am alergic to the material and my body is reacting to the toxins by making me tweak out. or maybe i just need to sleep more than 4 or 5 hours through the course of a night. . . 
i don't think i am going to share last nights feature presentation however. partially due to content (not that it was anything really juicy, i never have any of those. . .) but also cause i am lazy and i don't want to type it out right now. so there. raise your fists in anger to an uncaring night sky. maybe if you are real good (or very very naughty) i will tell you another tommarow. maybe
i watched Garden State for the first time earlier. a large number of people seemed to think that it is exactly the type of movie that i go for. i liked it, but it didn't really strike a sympathetic chorde, there was no reasonance if you will. i think that surprised me, cause there was a lot for me to identify with in the film. for instance, one character talks about how one day you leave your home, and then after time has passed it ceases to be your home. oh it is more of less the same as it was before, but something has changed in you. and then you wonder if you can recreate it, or if you will find it, or if you will ever feel that way again. i hope i get to feel that again for i feel nothing of the sort as i sit and type this entry. i mean i don't even have a bed to sleep on, just a couch in a basement in the winter. that isn't what is bugging me though.
it was a nice clean cut when i left. i made sure that when i left, i did so unnoticed so i wouldn't have to deal with them. people went one way, i went another but they stayed right where they were waiting for me to return. bury them deep enough and they won't find their way home right? wrong. . . emotions are annoying like that. wonderful and annoying like that.
what i am listening to while i write this:
absolutely nothing because this is not my computer. . .
so i think someone seriously needs to open up my head for some scheduled maintenece. . .
cause i had another crazy dream. perhaps it is the couch i am sleeping on (stupid thing is about 4" too short for me to stretch out completely on). maybe it is like a special dream inducing couch. maybe the people who made it were trippin' out and their blood penetrated the weave. maybe i am alergic to the material and my body is reacting to the toxins by making me tweak out. or maybe i just need to sleep more than 4 or 5 hours through the course of a night. . .
i don't think i am going to share last nights feature presentation however. partially due to content (not that it was anything really juicy, i never have any of those. . .) but also cause i am lazy and i don't want to type it out right now. so there. raise your fists in anger to an uncaring night sky. maybe if you are real good (or very very naughty) i will tell you another tommarow. maybe
i watched Garden State for the first time earlier. a large number of people seemed to think that it is exactly the type of movie that i go for. i liked it, but it didn't really strike a sympathetic chorde, there was no reasonance if you will. i think that surprised me, cause there was a lot for me to identify with in the film. for instance, one character talks about how one day you leave your home, and then after time has passed it ceases to be your home. oh it is more of less the same as it was before, but something has changed in you. and then you wonder if you can recreate it, or if you will find it, or if you will ever feel that way again. i hope i get to feel that again for i feel nothing of the sort as i sit and type this entry. i mean i don't even have a bed to sleep on, just a couch in a basement in the winter. that isn't what is bugging me though.
it was a nice clean cut when i left. i made sure that when i left, i did so unnoticed so i wouldn't have to deal with them. people went one way, i went another but they stayed right where they were waiting for me to return. bury them deep enough and they won't find their way home right? wrong. . . emotions are annoying like that. wonderful and annoying like that.
what i am listening to while i write this:
absolutely nothing because this is not my computer. . .
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Very nice
How's your Christmas going?
Merry Christmas.