Monday, August 12, 2002

this box is killing me
filtered light. filtered air. filtered interaction with the outside world. night or day ... i cant tell. i had lunch, it was nice outside then. that was 3 hours ago ... or 3 days. who knows? i'm going to snap. girls are adorable, they keep you up until 4am with stories of drinking and death. why do we always talk about death? and drinking? and being a fucked up little kid? how many times have we talked about car accidents?

damn, this song couldnt have come on at a better time.