"I'm so sorry. I ate a bunch of mushrooms and drank a bottle of wine," said the girl who fell on me. It was at the bar. Silly hippy.
Woke up in a foul mood today. I have had only one good night's sleep in the past three weeks. That was due to sweet, sweet melatonin. It's wierd. I sleep at night, but it's only for two or three hours. It doesn't even feel like sleep. I don't actually wake up in the morning. I'm just awake all of a sudden. Maybe I have too much energy. I'm working, but it's not leaving me exhausted like it used to. My brain must be fucked up. Everything is foggy. No one or nothing makes sense. Guess I'll get the old drill and pull a "Pi" on myself.
I'm beginning to wish I had moved to St. Louis. Generally speaking, everything is ok. My apartment is nice and in a good location. Unfortunately, I have grown to strongly dislike my rooommate. I thought I had a good idea of who he is, but he turned out to be a fucking fake. One of the worst offenders of this crime. The good part is that our schedules allow us to live there without seeing each other. There's still tension and uneasiness. I'll get over it. I lived with people far worse. This guy just turned out to be a major fucking dissapointment. I can't have too many more of those. I'm a delicate flower.
Now for something random:
"me, my sister, and my bass player..."
I fucking HATE conversations that start off like this!
It's apparent that I was in another state of mind when I wrote it. I was going to copy and paste the whole thing, but most of it is complete nonsense. I vaguely remember writing it. It's like reading someone else's writing. Kind of wierd when I realize I wrote it. Here's some more:
When I was five, I came to the conclusion that all people are fucked up.
There is not much I can do, but punch holes in your face....
F...U...C...K..........do you remember the first time you heard the word 'fuck'???? I do.
Ha Ha!! That was a lie. I don't remember the first time I heard the word "fuck". I wish I did. That's a moment.
Enough crap. Time to do something productive.
Be good and be nice.
Woke up in a foul mood today. I have had only one good night's sleep in the past three weeks. That was due to sweet, sweet melatonin. It's wierd. I sleep at night, but it's only for two or three hours. It doesn't even feel like sleep. I don't actually wake up in the morning. I'm just awake all of a sudden. Maybe I have too much energy. I'm working, but it's not leaving me exhausted like it used to. My brain must be fucked up. Everything is foggy. No one or nothing makes sense. Guess I'll get the old drill and pull a "Pi" on myself.
I'm beginning to wish I had moved to St. Louis. Generally speaking, everything is ok. My apartment is nice and in a good location. Unfortunately, I have grown to strongly dislike my rooommate. I thought I had a good idea of who he is, but he turned out to be a fucking fake. One of the worst offenders of this crime. The good part is that our schedules allow us to live there without seeing each other. There's still tension and uneasiness. I'll get over it. I lived with people far worse. This guy just turned out to be a major fucking dissapointment. I can't have too many more of those. I'm a delicate flower.
Now for something random:
"me, my sister, and my bass player..."
I fucking HATE conversations that start off like this!
It's apparent that I was in another state of mind when I wrote it. I was going to copy and paste the whole thing, but most of it is complete nonsense. I vaguely remember writing it. It's like reading someone else's writing. Kind of wierd when I realize I wrote it. Here's some more:
When I was five, I came to the conclusion that all people are fucked up.
There is not much I can do, but punch holes in your face....
F...U...C...K..........do you remember the first time you heard the word 'fuck'???? I do.
Ha Ha!! That was a lie. I don't remember the first time I heard the word "fuck". I wish I did. That's a moment.
Enough crap. Time to do something productive.
Be good and be nice.
I had considered moving to StL but my crazy girlfriend lives there. She has this "I'm not gonna be ignored, Dan." kinda vibe. Maybe I'll introduce you. hehe
My altered states sound more like, "I have found no cows in the butter pan." I wrote that down for some reason. I find music I have written that I don't remember writing. That's always fun.
Thanks for the compliments on my profile pic. I think you made me blush a little. I might post some more of those soon.
Also, thanks for the sort of compliment on the overbite. I'm sorry you didn't get one. You're so funny.