this is my little life, simple isn't it. life, and joy, and lonliness. i hate christmas, for an entire month it stresses people out. and for what? i understand what it is about, i get the concept, but i think the reasoning behind the holiday is lost on most people. oh to be selfless for once, but don't forget to make a show of it. work sucked, i don't think this job is as romatic as i remember it to be. tripping over myself all the time. i want to sit inside the living room with a pair of shades on and smoke a pack of cigarettes. not that it would fix anything, i don't smoke, most of the time. sunday is the christmas party, drink away the evening. terribly confused. funny the things people hide, but will tell everyone on the internet. anonymity kills. broke my phone last night, had a spare so i didn't have to spend a ton of money on a new one. i have sold my soul to t-mobile, they own me for years. your words burn, but its just part of your personality. try not to take it to heart. "And that's suicide. By tiny, tiny increments. "