By March 15th, 2007

All that i can say is shit, isn't it?

God only knows I've been far too sober for a 21 year old, no matter how 
beautifully introspective I may be.

*This post could possibly be considered explicit. It has some moderately intimate details... but whatever.

I woke up and staired at a speck on the couch.
God I hated that speck. I wanted to scream at it, punch it, tear it to pieces and destroy everything about it.

I am fairly satisfied with the cd I've created for my family and friends.
It seems pleasently complete (albeit, unpolished, and that's part of the charm for a few songs).

i hate people laughing loudly in the street. i wish i had a rifle. or a handgun. i wish i had the guts to do it. to shoot them. all of them.