Friday, November 12, 2004

...Greetings from my box within a cage...

My hero, Jeremy Green. Checked himself into rehab since he had a nervous break down. He recovered and joined up again. I salute you, Jeremy. I can't find my scarf. It so cold outside and I can't find my damn scarf. Oh well, I'll just wear a sock. When have you last hugged one of your parents? Trust me, they appreciate it. Can you guys help me think of a better reason not to kick Rob off of a cliff other than the fact that his fangirls would hunt me down and kill me? I still love Chris. But I love Patrick more. I drew a picture, and it was pretty good. I haven't finished it, but when I do, I'll post it sometime. I have a feeling you wouldn't care either way. Don't you just love it when someone you love loves you back? When will you get back from your vacation? I miss you already. Would you care if I said that I hated life and I was going to kill myself? (No, Awesomedude, if you read this I am NOT suicidal.) I love to lay on my back and watch the sky fade from blue to black. What I am listening to right now: BLAME IT ON THE TETONS ~Modest Mouse (I bet you aren't surprised.) Blame it on the Tetons. Yeah I need a scapegoat now. No my dog won't bite you, though she had a right to. Ya oughta give her credit, cuz she knows I woulda let it happen. Blame it on the weekends. God, I need a cola now. Oh we mumble loudly, wear our shame so proudly. Wore our blank expressions, trying to look interesting. Blame it all on me cuz God I need a cold one now. All them eager actors gladly taking credit for the lines created by the people tucked away from sight is just a window from the room we're bound to. If you find a way out, oh would you just let me know how? Would you just let me know how? Blame it on the web but the spider's your problem now. Language is the liquid that we're all disso;ved in. Great for solving problems, after it creates a problem. Blame it on the Tetons. God I need a scapegoat now. Everyone's a building burning, with no one to put the fire out. Standing at the wondow looking out, waiting for time to burn us down. Everyone's an ocean drowning, with no one really to show how. They might get a little better air if they turned themselves into a cloud.

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