It's not the one about the journals.
2002-08-08 3:34 p.m.
I give up. Twice now, I've been ALMOST FUCKING DONE with an entry, and then somehow hit the wrong button and made it all go away. I hate everything.The first time, I was a little pissed off. But, since I basically knew what I wanted to say, it wasn't really that much work to resay it. I'm pretty sure it even came out a little better, the second time around. But I think I'm going to have to steadfastly refuse to write out the exact same entry THREE FUCKING TIMES in as many hours. That is clearly the road to total mental breakdown. I really don't want to spend the rest of my life writing out my thoughts about the different journals I read again and again and again until my fingers bleed and my hair all falls out and I develop horrific festering bedsores all over my butt from sitting in front of this fucking computer for 47 years and the electric ravens start chewing on my brain, oh how I hate those fucking ravens, especially that bastard Sven, he's the ringleader and he talks to me inside my head and i hate him i hate him i hate him he's the one to blame for all this banana spoon plastic lampshades and death and blood and death and blood and death and blood and pain. Hee. OK. I feel much better now. But you're still not getting an entry from me.
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