it's still christmas eve and i'm sitting in front of my computer with my hair wet because i just the world's j=hottest bath ever. the water was so hot my hands turned prple. i felt like a shrimp or any other sea food that boiled must feel. sure they taste good but you can still imagine. how did i get to this point?
anyway, i'm waiting to get invited somewhere, anywhere but i'm not too sure. annoyed by the idea that i still have to get up early tomorrow to go to work. my company, atleast everyone but corporates the fucks, have to work every darn day of the year to make the money, to make the company br where it's at. ah me, i shold quit and be a bum. i wonder how that would feel.
i haven't been able to write at all. i mean obviously i'm writing now yet i have not the inspiration to truly write some good poetry. i think i have entered that blocked stage where i sit at my desk staring down at a blank paper with a pen in my hand wondering which tree it came from.
can you see how bored i am? it's christmas, whoop de fucken doo!!!!
10:21 p.m. - 2002-12-24
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