sometimes it may appear that i lead a boring life. i can and will tell you- with a fair amount of dolor- tt this is true. in fact, relative to what seems to be a large number of pple my age, i am really quite passive and er-hmm, unhappening.


oh, well.

so, is this year too late to start a bash-barf-bang routine? oh piss off.

on ungodly mornings like this one, i don my cloak of surreptitiousness and prowl through the endless entanglement of weblogs, deriving perverse pleasure frm learning bout the faces and friends of pple i like and pple i don't like and how they are in someway connected to each other. (oh did i just give myself away shit)

listening to: Roulette - system of a down


i wish i could be more sometimes. more to you, and also more to myself. tough shit. no, no, i'm not feeling shitty today. i just feel erm, pensive in a slightly irritated way(?!) NB: i am trying to be aloof and fashionably enthusiastic all at once. i'm not helping myself very much am i no i don't think so.