What is it about depressing films that they make me go insane after?
I'm sure I'm regressing as I get older.
hmm.
Wednesday, March 24, 2004
Friday, March 19, 2004
Wednesday, March 17, 2004
ok, i think i've figured out my strange mood: Life is strange, the world is. Therefore it is only natural that I would have become strange in order to feel like all the other people out there.
Everyone is strange....making me strange yet normal at the same time :-)
Make sense?
Everyone is strange....making me strange yet normal at the same time :-)
Make sense?
Saturday, March 13, 2004
Friday, March 12, 2004
Monday, March 08, 2004
Today is not the day for dreams or dancing
It is not the day for love or tears.
Tomorrow will not be the day to voice your views.
And it will not be the day to face your fears.
The day to follow your heart
And to smile at strangers
Was yesterday my friend.
Not today
It is not the day for love or tears.
Tomorrow will not be the day to voice your views.
And it will not be the day to face your fears.
The day to follow your heart
And to smile at strangers
Was yesterday my friend.
Not today
woah, i ate a whole medium pizza all by myself today. I musta been hungry.
Just thought I'd share (the fact that I ate it...clearly not the pizza...!)
Just thought I'd share (the fact that I ate it...clearly not the pizza...!)
Sunday, March 07, 2004
Found this story linked on the dave barry website.......beware if you're squeamish
eeewwwww
That's possibly one of my worst nightmares.
eeewwwww
That's possibly one of my worst nightmares.
Thursday, March 04, 2004
ok, when my books start throwing themselves at me off the bookshelf (independantly of any human intervention i might add) i think its time for me to take the hint to stop reading blogs and start working.
Monday, March 01, 2004
People can throw a million insults or comments at you in a serious or joking manner, and all of them can completely wash over you.........but occasionaly, they hit the mark without knowing it. Your heart skips a beat then sinks down into your spine; your tongue is paralysed, your brain busy comprehending your reaction to an innocent comment.
I wonder if I know myself aswell as I think I do sometimes.
Life is so strange.
I wonder if I know myself aswell as I think I do sometimes.
Life is so strange.
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