| Oh, there are things I want to say, about Ted, about my take on mid-life crises, but this just seems silly and pointless. Sorry, Chris, it wasn't meant to be. |
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| It's America and her lackeys versus the third world. I want no part of this struggle. |
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| In response to previous post... no... it's true, a factor of my current transitional and unhappy state, dark clouds loom larger and nearer than ever before... it's Thailand, haunting me from across the wide sea. My feelings cannot be expressed by poetry, prayer, or music, only the following words:
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK
Recently, I've had the overwhelming desire to kill something and eat it. Don't know why. No further explanation is really necassary or pertinent.
Still drunk from last night. Take all this with a grain of salt. But... a small one. Maybe? What does that even mean? |
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| Thought about suicide again.
That's bad!
Maybe it has something to do with starting to write in my xanga again... the concept of a blog may just ooze suicidal thought. |
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| This motherfucking weekend it's going DOWN! I'm making my own GREEN CURRY! What! Old Hollywood! Holla! |
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