2005-01-18 - 4:16 a.m. The current mood of at

note: comments don't work until i pay $$$.

feeling: hearing:

fuck yeah!

fuck that noise.

what is there for me to piss and moan about lately?

not much...

ain't got no job.

ain't got no worries.

leaving in about a week.

things are looking up.

america, then europe...

then, who knows?

the future is looking random and chaotic, and it's fucking fantastic.

no worries of my time or sleep schedule...

no shit job to waste my youth worrying over...

no harpy girlfriend to suck out my will to live...

just time.

time to gather up all the punctuation i've been letting slip by working to live.

time to take pictures.

time to remember.


but first, to organize thoughts and affairs.

i need a new bag, and cables, and stuff.

probably more than i can think of, just stuff.

i should hit up a target or something.

socks and shit.

probably a towel.

fuck this. i've got nothing good to say and i just thought about the last time i went sledding...

and smiled.

click to comment - 0 as of now

i'm leaking liquid. - towards water, away from water.

this is not good music.

you can hate me now.

check this out! it's a toilet full of poop!

welcome to central industrial. we are the future.

exchange stupidity, laugh, repeat

annoy me remotely

about me - read my profile! read other DiaryLand diaries! recommend my diary to a friend! Get your own fun + free diary at!

be destroyed by yourself - 2005-05-30
fire is catchy. - 2005-05-24
leet - 2005-04-20
amsterdam. - 2005-05-04
welsh... umm... hats? - 2005-04-24