watched meet joe black halfway. my internet's lagging like crazy. it's yet another beautiful story of Death personified. i have yet to watch the end, can't wait for it.
facebook is lagging like crazy, i can't find a new artist to get hooked on to, i can't finish watching meet joe black, and my blogskin doesn't exactly work the way i want it in firefox.
and i can't seem to speak normally anymore. maybe i'm just a recluse. living at home with my ps3.
i can't sleep. and i'm not enjoying myself even now. people are on my back constantly with unreasonable crap. and i'm trying my best to be unpretentious.
oh and i hate the critics now. they ruin much of what i like. phooey to artsy. artsy schmartsy shit.
it's sometimes a wonder that i still log in to my facebook. proves the unconscious need of people (or at least, me) now to stay online.
Blessed Be Her Holy Hooves.
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