November, 2000:

Okay. Gotta get some rest.

zit…

I have a zit on my earlobe. I’m not sure if it’s ripe for popping. I’ve got a hankerin’ for a tomato and watercress sandwich.

Lately my cat’s farts have smelt like chicken. I think I should take him to the vet.

Pen and paper bring back yesterday.

As the elevators rise and fall
I look from the corner of my eye
hoping to see you.
You whom I do not speak to,
but sing to in my morning shower.

I dream that my fingers
will someday slide across your skin
as my pen does across this page.
And that you would hold me,
as this page does ink,
and keep my words
safe
within your pores.

Those subject icons that smelled like AOL in the comments section have been removed from my journal. You should do the same. Just go here.

MUAHAHAHAHA!

12 support requests.

The song is absolutely beautiful.

Listen for yourself.

Damn LiveJournal for having users on my friends list that updated last night. Now I am going to be late for work, again.

Gotta get in the shower now.

Cleaning is for wimps with immune systems that cannot handle the dirt.

Going to the grocery store, to deposit a few checks at the bank, and quite possibly out for coffee.