Is it really my reality that sugar and financial matters are really at the root of my depression? how lame!

she saved me, at the same time i saved her. it is beautiful, probably more than i can ever realize. it still seems like a far off beauty...

please pay attention,
please pay attention,
please pay attention,
please pay attention,
please pay attention,
to the sounds in your head

软软地杀害我与他的歌曲。

He was the last person I would expect to see in line to buy my new book, let alone let me sign it. God, he was such an ass-hole to me. Not only an ass-hole, but God... why is he here. Does he want my signature? Or is he here to apologize? Or is he going to be an ass-hole still. I bet he's going to say something really shitty to me. Something petty and lame. God, should I tell the store owners that he is a threat? Would they escort him out? But if he's here to fight with me I don't want him here, but if he's going to apologize I don't want to hurt him. Fuuuuck. God. Well, I'll sign his fucking book, but if he doesn't apologize to me I'm going to write "to: Fuckface" under my signature. God, never mind, if I do that he may sell it on Ebay and make money off of it. I don't want to give him a dime. Ug. I guess I just have to act like he's just another person. That's it! I'll just act like I don't know him. That will fuck him up. Great way to hurt him but not give him anything to work with. Yeah, fuck him.

"Hey Steve" Shit.

I have this thing where i have to count the shades of white on the flat surfaces in a room before i can sit down. This room has 47.

the nape of her neck smells sorta like that tangerine liquor scott gave me a bottle of on my 21st. i wonder if Scott told her to smell like tangerines.

She isn't the woman i married. The woman i married was full of life, and loved to try new things. This woman only loves to wrap herself in paper covered in wax.

i've read her letter 20 times already. ok, more like 10 but i really don't get it. is she breaking up with me, or does she mean she can't live without me.

she reminds me of the first girl i ever bought a sex toy with. she is really excited to look in my eyes and she makes a big scene of it. frightening and sexy.

A woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle. A fish named Lance Armstrong, although no relation to THE Lance Armstrong. Because it's a fish.

We question the sorts of things we think of as we begin to pass into the obscure night. We don't always remember right. We think wrong. To think IS wrong.

2 wks untl i gt the cast off. i cnt wait. it drvs me insane! i jst wnt to scrtch the hell out of it. i shld get mr people to sign it bfr it's off.

She said she loved me, and i would have believed her, if it wasn't for the way she moved her eyes. It was like REM or something. it creeped me out. I can't.

Detroit iz killin meee. whr cn i fnd sum hott grlz tht knw how 2 prty? i feeeel l1ke i teh only 1 who knwz how 2 hv a god time! h0lla @ yo boi!!1