i'm getting too tired to see straight.
and i feel like singing some alice c00per songs.
what the fuck?
darrik is super mad at me. can't say i blame him but how could i resist communication of recent events between friends?
lossssssst my freedom on the diaryland a long time ago. about.....a year ago. because the ghosts of christmases past are lurking around each and every corner whether i think so or not. why do i care?
do i even care?
i think it's more that i just don't want to be bothered with it. i suppose that's it. don't want to be bothered by the repercussions of my own thoughts. i used to type out every line and every detail.....and it served no purpose other than to empty out my head. i used to use this to communicate and transfer what i actually thought and felt.
dave went to the store to pick up some things, but he's been gone a really long time and of course now i'm starting to worry. i hate this. i hate working at nite. i hate it that everything we do has to be either early in the morning on three hours of sleep or at fucking 1 am. excuse me while i bitch like a little bitch.
where the fuck is he???
big show in a couple of weeks that we are ---of course--- totally unprepared for since we've been ousted from our practice guhrage by the fat-men-with-badges-brigade. i dunno how that's all gonna turn out. but then stupid me had to volunteer to take pictures at this show which means i'm pretty much stuck there for the entire thing unless i enlist the grahamula to help out during breaks. which i will most definitely do.
blah!!!!
i wish he'd get home so i can go to sleep. i don't wanna sit here worrying about him on the side of the road with various organs splattered around him.
speaking of organs....................................spleen.
goodnite.
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"buyyyyyyyy myyyyyyy sperrrrrrrrrmmmmm!! buyyyyyyy myyyyyyyyy sperrrrrrrrrrrmmmmmm!!"
