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Sunday, August 08, 2004

stop complaining about the world.
and school and people.
what are you complaining about?
its like dancing on the end of a barrel of a gun.
you shouldnt do it.
but it cant be helped. eh?
im a liar. dont trust the man with the unibrow.
i think the most eventful thing i did today was take a trip to the toilet.
it sure was more exiting than reading words that go through my head.
like a bullet through a sponge.
this is what i want my life to be.
bumming around doing absolutely nothing,
and taking pleasure in doing meaningless things like cutting my toe nails
and attempting to pluck some eyebrows but stopping cuz it hurt like ****.
think cuz i dunno how.
man im a ignorant child. where are parents when you need them.
then they appear when you dont want. haha!!
i dont want to work. i want to live in a small town. work in a grocery store.
earn enough to eat and pay the bills. live in a small apartment with frudo my dog.
recycle my tea bags and have microwave meals.
thats the life...
its not earning xxxxxxx and having a grand mansion with a mistress and 20 odd dogs.
and dining fine and drinking wine.
take some time to think about what you really want in life.

:)


James Barr at 8:31 AM

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