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[13 Nov 2003|06:58pm] |
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I've decided that TV is not good for me or my time.
I watch a lot. Yet despite this, if you were to ask me what my favorite show was, I'd have no answer. I don't watch TV, I look at it in 3 second spans of attention... flip around, then maybe succumb to something bearable in uninterested glaze. I sleep in front of it like a fish w/it's eyes open.
My room's a mess. Is there something wrong w/this not bothering me? The only thing I really dislike about my sloppiness, is when company comes over. I have to reserve 1/2 a day prior so I can bulldoze my junk into it's proper spaces. Ha. Company coming over. It's hardly ever my company. I think maybe 2 non-family members have even seen my room.
It feels great when everything's done though, I'm just not addicted to that feeling enough I guess.
Dumb entry. I have so much to do, yet it picks at my skull that I'm a slovenly bum. I think I'll go look in the mirror and declare myself the sad sack of shit I truly am.
It works, trust me. No pity for me please.
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