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| Current music: | aircom humming at my back. the lonely aircom humming. |
Guess who's back. Back again.. enenenenen...
You thought I ain't coming back, didn't you?! Didn't you?!
Well yeah, I though I ain't coming back, too. Until of course I remembered that ALL STARTED OUT HERE!!!
So how does it feel being in love? Uh, you got to ask Che 'bout that, she always seems to be in love. DON'T ASK ME! Because I have none of those feelings you always associate with love. I'm a loveless boy! A L-O-S-E-R (to the words of my sixth-grade rival named Dennis.) I'm done for. I'm dry. And I'm.... happy?
Come again? I'm happy. If that's a problem, IT'S YOURS BABY.
News. Re-reading my previous entries, I realized that I've been talking a lot about wanting to get a computer. Well at last, I got one now. I named him John Galt. Don't ask me to explain why. Look instead for my oozy juicy journal stashed somewhere in this side of the cyber universe. You'll find an explanation there. And a lot more of the things that nobody else ought to know. Hah! Intriguing....
More news. I'm not going to Japan anymore! All because of my stupidity, really. I didn't realize that the deadline for submitting those pesky requirements for the scholarship had already been passed way before I even decided to pursue it. Long story. Boring.
What about you? What's YOUR news?
Hey you! You there hiding inside sunshinysarcasm's skirt... get outta there.... Oh hi there Ms. uh... lemme check... ah! Ms. Nuala Luna. Listen, don't go believing any of the stuff written in here aight? This is some guy's perverted release of pre-mature ego sperms that didn't quite make it to the real world's eggcell. Ano daw?
Anyway. Just because I haven't updated for a loooooooonnnnnggggg time, Ima make you an impromptu poetry. It's a poem (well something like a poem) called....
The Cool Dude Glass
The cool duude glass is a cheap glass
Glass o so cheap you wouldn't want it for a nickel
or brass
or water
if you're thirsty even. not even if you're dying
But he is the cool dude glass.
and in his transparent walls are written the words:
"You're too damn smooth for anything
no time for sleep or food
You swan around just being you
the coolest ever dude!"
And nobody ever wants to drink in the cool doode glass.
He is cool. He is dude. He IS duude... and doode
And Still nobody wants to drink in him.
Only me. only yOU!
only that guy over there
who's reading this and wondering if he wants to add me to his friends list.
because the cool dude glass is on my table. the coolest ever table.
some days i sleep by it and I salivate
and everybody wants to sit on it
and drink in the cool dude glass.
haaarrggh! enough. damn it, i am so drunk. with insecurity that is.
can't you read between the lines?
Ladies and gentlemen,
This is.
THE JOURNAL OF INSECURITY.
*curtsy*
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