menotyou

I feel myself approaching the outer rim of the downward spiral. My feet are floating and my head is spinning. Misery emanating from my friends pervades my brain and soaks into my skull. Doubt, my companion these last few weeks, has offered a constant reminder of my place and status.

What is it about gloom that makes such great poetry? Not that what I wrote was particularly good...I'm certainly not a writer, but I still think it sounds nice.

I went to the Alamo Draft House last night with Link and Bossanova. It's a cool place to see a flick...Beer, Movies, Chicken Fingers, Kill Bill Vol 2 and Good Company. What more can you possibly ask for?

I need to start looking for sites online that have free test GRE's. I need to start boning up for that now.

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I'm not gloomy (I love that word. I need to use it more)...I was just indulging in a bit of creative angst.

Is anyone else excited about Garden State??

Also...what's wrong with people that drink Guiness out of a bottle or can? Have they no sense of decency?!?