Feb 2001
- Feb 1
- Sunlight
It's really just the sunlight, isn't it? I really should get evaluated. I have to learn how to plan things better, too. Maybe I'll get a [PDA] after all?
· Read more… - Feb 8
- End of Week One
False spring, tech woes, wisdom teeth, “Snatch”, the RIAA, and Ebola.
· Read more… - Feb 10
- High
I want to yell obscenities, not because I'm pissed off or anything, I just think that the world is deserving of obscenities.
· Read more… - Feb 12
- Non-linear and Unpredictable
Why I must force life to be linear and predictable, I do not know, but it is surely the root cause of much of my unhappiness. It is unfortunate that it is easier to be miserable than to be content, but like I'm implying, life really isn't all that linear.
· Read more… - Feb 12
- Another Unsent Letter
You saved my life, I think. I was seriously ready to give up hope completely—I knew that if I went on for another month without things turning around, I didn't want to keep going. But then, by sheer chance, you showed up in my life and taught me what I was going through was (relatively and loosely-speaking) normal, and that something would turn up eventually, and that I wasn't alone. I'm not sure I've used what you've taught me wisely, but I do know that I'm in your debt.
· Read more… - Feb 14
- The Ides of February
Valentine’s Day blows. French movies are awesome. Drug movies are quickly becoming my favorite. Coldplay isn’t too bad. How could I resist an album whose first track is entitled “Don’t Panic”?
· Read more… - Feb 15
- Sunlight and the Ocean
Santa Monica, Venice, high school memories, and my daily requirement of sunlight.
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- Feb 19
- Without Rhyme or Reason
I feel restless and cramped. Caged, really, with no apparent hope for escape. I cannot even fantasize my way out of this madness, short of hospitalization. Maybe [St. John's wort] will help again, though. I cannot stand So Cal February gloom. I think maybe there are only a few months I can endure.
· Read more… - Feb 19
- Full of Shit
…my mind is notorious for concocting details after the fact. I'm just like my dad.
· Read more… - Feb 20
- Dreaming of Rhyme
Bleh. I dreamnt of [redacted] last night… as I am wont to disclaim, it was nothing perverted. If I were a little more emotional, or if I wasn't so tapped out and bled dry, I might have wept upon waking, but everything is just too little, too late, and what the fuck am I doing here surrounded by people I do not trust, people who would probably sell me if it would turn them a profit.
· Read more… - Feb 23
- Without Rhyme or Reason
Am I a moron or what? My life is like a diluted, bawlderized version of Louis-Ferdinand Céline’s. (My other role model is, megalomaniacally, José Rizal. Frighteningly, I would say Céline’s life is the cheerier of the two.) I would probably never make it as a writer, though. I can always seem to find a Cure song that precisely expresses my misery.
· Read more… - Feb 24
- The Terran Confederacy
Starship Troopers and Starcraft. Should I join the Navy? I got a recruitment packet from the Marines once, but I’ve watched “Full Metal Jacket.” I’d probably end up just like Private Pyle.
· Read more… - Feb 25
- Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want
Good times for a change. See the life I’ve had would make a good man bad. The Art Institute. Mawage. How water-lilies can drive you insane. Voluptuousness and the Crusades.
· Read more… - Feb 27
- Crushed
I redecorated. Whatcha think? Mardi Gras. Unmotivated. Fate wins.
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