i'm a perfectionist and perfect is a skinned knee

breathe in

i think that my emotions are getting the best of me due to a lack of nicotine intake. damn conniving tobacco companies. last night there was an episode of the x-files where there was this transformer installed in power boxes that made people go nuts when they watched tv. it's sort of like that. its not quite a nic fit. its more of a i want to rip off your balls and stuff them down your uerethra sort of fit.

but i love the full flavor of a chemically soaked dried leaf. oh what a feeling.

breathe out

i have finally decided that the cel phone was perhaps the most petty and vainglorious invention that we as a people have ever devised. i want the convenience of ensuring my popularity while at the same time having the ability to call and have a broken conversation with someone that i could have just waited to talk to until i got home. but what about an emergency you say? well now every fuckwad thinks that a swollen left nipple is a fucking emergency that they need to call a doctor about, even if they are down at the bar swigging a few beers. you need to stay in touch with people? how about personal interaction. how about living life instead of simulating it electronically.

maybe that's why i'm not popular

sorry.. i had a thought and lost it.

this stupid place drains me

nebulize

tori - the power of orange knickers