This applies to EVERYONE: I started this thing to put down how I feel about things at a certain time. When I want to talk, but feel like I can't. It's really just that simple. If you don't like it, I'm sorry. I'm not out to make anyone feel like they're being put down. If you feel that way, there must be some truth in what I'm saying.

8/17/2004

Song of the Day: "Stillborn" - Spineshank

I'm home now, and it feels good to be here.

I feel like a meth head. I was up all night, and about five this morning I started cleaning my kitchen. I got down on my hands and knees and started scrubbing the floor. I'm just an odd motherfucker. Reminded me of those anti-drug commercials they used to play on channel 11. The one with the punk girl rocking back in forth in the corner of her bathroom while they're singing "Meth! Yeah, meth!" in the background.

Amanda and I watched Knockaround Guys. Not a bad flick.

My stomach is killing me right now. I wish I had to shit, but I don't have to. If I did, maybe I could alleviate this toxic feeling in my stomach. I'm tempted to lay down for a little bit, but I know if I do I'm going to sleep all day.
Posted by: Scott / 9:14 AM
Comments:
Heh. You're like that guy in Matchstick Men. I seriously don't know how you stand living like that, staying up for 48 hours at a time and getting like five hours sleep for the next day. It's nuts. But you are the original vampyre, so...

I will need to check out Knock around Guys.

Oh, and welcome home, too.
# posted by Blogger Quilled One : 1:42 PM
 
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