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.

9/28/2005

Song of the Day: "Bitches" - Insane Clown Posse

Tonight I'm pulling a "T-Bob", as I affectionately call it: Drinking, smoking, reading and not forgetting to "fuck my mother". And her sister too.

Things have been going well there in Irving. There hasn't been one demo I've done so far where I haven't sold at least one order. The only problem is that we're really not seeing a lot of people. On every demo, except for one, we've seen four couples. Tonight we saw six, and got three of them. I just hope we see more people before we get out of town. Things have been going well with TJ as well.

@Nix: I still wish you were here instead. I think things would be much more fun than they are now.

I've actually been reading Buffy and Angel books recently. I got two of them at the Dollar Store the other day. I'm fiending for more, since the show is no longer on the air. I'm sure I noted this before, but I picked up the "Firefly" DVDs as well. I haven't watched any of them yet, but I plan to soon.

I'm feeling a little better tonight, but that might be the beer starting to kick in. I guess the biggest reason I didn't type what I was thinking last night was because I figured there'd be questions I didn't want to or wasn't ready to answer publicly.

Basically what it all boils down to is this: As a whole, I just don't feel happy. I feel unfufilled in a lot of aspects. I know a lot of you might just pass it off as "Oh, Scott is never happy", and that's fine. All I know is I've never felt this kind of emptiness. Ever. Where it's coming from, I have something of an idea. There are some other aspects I'm not so sure about.

And now, to end this, another dream sequence:

I'm in a library with Beaver, and he's pointing out some Stephen King books that are special editions. They're "Green Mile" books, but they're huge. I ask about buying them when Corey shows up with a beer in his hand. Suddenly I'm in my Uncle's kitchen, having a drink with Corey. Then I'm in some underground facility. There are tons of desks and computers. It's a game-testing facility. They have a copy of every game in existance there, and they're for sale.

Why is it I can never really get the things I want?
Comments:
We shall get together as soon as possible to talk; I myself could use some council as well.
 
As I prepare to leave for some place....I don't even fucking care...It seems we all are getting crapped upon by our "creator".

Nix says: Fuck it all. Just fuck it.
 
See my blog for my comment.
 
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