Index - Profile - Archives - Notes - DiaryLand - Random ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Fucking Thursday. There is a month of days piled on my desk. Sure, pieces of paper representing days, but still. A month of days. And when I tore yesterday off, I thought No thanks. I don't need another day. Then I knew I stopped living for me. I don't know what to do about that. . . . I'm pissed because I can't find two CD's I want to listen to. This is what happens when you stop putting CD's back in their original cases. . . . And if she shakes that finger at me one more time, I'll rip it off. 6:32 a.m. - 2003-06-19 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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