psynapse

i was all set to write an interesting journal. but now, i don't even remember what i had to say. i think maybe thoughts only exist in my mind as abstract concepts that only i can understand. once i try to translate them into words, they make no sense, they change their meaning, they do not get down, to the heart of the matter (singing)....
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i think i'm starting to feel blood trickling from my ears. is this a sign of the good fortune that surely must be headed my way? hold your breath, for this opprotunity will knock me out cold.

we both need to fight the image we have of ourselves drowning. it gets us nowhere in these hour-long days.

...C...A...P...S...
CAPS!
CAPS!
CAPS!

washington capitals hockey, motherfucker.

rest your head upon the pillow, dear
the activity portion of the show is over.
the only thing left is to sleep.

today is the worst god damn day of the year. i hate that my entire sleep schedule is thrown totally out of whack cause some hillbilly farmers need and extra hour with which to make money. we are actually ALTERING TIME for these people!!! does anyone else have a problem with this??? why don't we just add in an eighth day in the week, so...
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i think i'm out of things to say. who's reading this anyway? what's the point of putting a journal online? a journal should be a private thing, putting it out in public is just a feeble attempt to gain recognition through "interesting thoughts". i write things for myself, not so *you* can read them and think highly of me. trust me, my ego won't be...
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this is total, and complete, bullshit.

to whom it may concern,
henry rollins' show at the 9.30 club is tomorrow night, and i just found someone to go with me. i'm really happy! i thought i was going to have to eat my tickets to yet ANOTHER show because of my lack of friends. but now all is well in brian-land. i wonder what he'll have to say about the war....
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have you ever been invited to do something that you really wanted to do, but you refused anyway? something inside you just wouldn't let you join in with other people who are no doubt having fun, and care enough about you to want to include you? you just push the urge to say, "yes, i'd love to go, that'd be fun, we can all hang...
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