this is home this is where i go this is my playtime this is the past this is my time
 
18 May 2006

I had a different post, but I think it would be too hurtful.

Some days, I want ice running through my veins. How easy life must be for those who don't feel anything... how they must cruise through life. Sometimes I wish I was an old white man, because they don't seem to have any sort of conscience or emotions whatsoever (see Enron).

Finally catching up with Joyce today. Lunch at Dojo.

I'm broken, and I rebuild.

See mainly most major businesses.

I'm sorry...but you should go and run in the wind.

Have fun homie. Please.
# posted by B. Comb : 4:16 PM
 
You don't know me, but Marie showed me some of your entries earlier this year. Perhaps this is weird, but I had to comment. You wrote some entries about being in Paris earlier this year and missing someone and being in a situation similar to that presently gave me relief. I guess it helps knowing that someone, somewhere went through this as well and maybe I'm not so fucking crazy.

Anyway, I don't know quite what I'm trying to put into words exactly. Maybe just thank you.
# posted by Esmerelda Dungeon Fuck : 1:47 AM
 
do you still wanna feel cold as ice? trust me, i had to do that the other day and i felt out of place w/ myself. it was the worst feeling of my life.

on a lighter note, i had the best sushi ever and saw al franken live on friday night...what have you been doing????

tata
# posted by B. Comb : 5:52 PM
 
brent - having ice in my veins wouldn't be so bad. but then i wouldn't be human, i guess. you seem to be doing well--i'm glad!

esmerelda - not weird at all for you to comment. in fact, i'm glad that you did, that someone else can relate to how i was feeling at the time. the power of writing knows no bounds.
# posted by Christine : 12:47 PM
 
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