this can't be all

I hord words like small children hord candy.There's a document on my hard drive with a completely unrelated name and it's filled with bits and pieces of other people's writing. Some of it not meant to be kept, some already imortalized by song and worn out by endless radio replays.There is no back-up. If the computer were to crash, I'd have nothing.
I can't type on the actual webpage due to the new version of internet explorer. I think this makes me a bit angrier than it should

not fighting

I was lying in bed and thinking of you.
That’s a lie. I was sitting behind the fence outside your house, watching you through the kitchen window. It’s okay. I’d be scared too.

You woke up the next morning alone, you woke up the next morning with Shakespeare all over your body, written in sharpie. That does not make this okay.

I drove from one side of town to the other before most people would be awake. I drove past your house and I did not look in the windows in the same way I didn’t think about what you were thinking about. Maybe you weren’t awake.

We are not fighting because that requires a mutual anger. You’re not answering my calls and I’m not angry. You used to say we worked so well together – that’s why you were always bumping your head in the shower, always so clumsy. Yeah, we worked out fantastically.

I think we were trying to sabotage this from the beginning. I think a lot and I think it’s not good for me. I was lying in bed and thinking of you. It’s ok. I’d be scared too.

it should probably worry me that people read this (Hi, mom!)

"Do you understand Mr. Meow?"

"...do I want to?"

Textbooks crack me up.

dear itunes

Nirvana -- Heart Shaped Box
Siouxsie And The Banshees - Hong Kong Gardens

...that's not funny

...

this yogurt tastes like dishsoap

I've moved to google

Wow, the interweb is slow tonight.

...no, no, I lied. It was slow last week, and I was going to write that here, but the connection was too slow and I went to bed.

That's all.

Attention

MOO

....no, seriously.