2002-07-07 - 11:32 p.m.

i'm too tired to write.

more like too consumed by emotions, too wrapped up in the rather empty, dangerously upset feelings that wash over me whenever my hair falls in front of my face, framing it in malcontent.

the flying beetle flapping about this room must be killed. it's reminding me of a yapping dog, the small furry kinda that won't shut up, when all you want to is take a sledgehammer to its cute fuzzy little neck.

no, really, i'm in a remarkably good mood, believe me

It's just a jump to the left - and then a step to the right...