Wednesday, October 27, 2004 // 8:33 PM

gas guzzling. i never want to be tired of living, but dont you know you feel it coming. it's time for a solid nap, or chemical happiness, a lightheaded pretence.

im sad, because it seems like what has jaded you has sucked out your soul for necessity and left you functional and quietly brewing hysteria. im scared, because it seems to me like a humongous force, a tidal wave, with me in the way and no refuge in sight.

and i managed to drown my phone in a toilet bowl today, congratulate but dont call me. i want to watch breakfast at tiffany's, and get more music. i want cd, white stripes cds, there's something very edgily catchy about their music.

tragedy statements, licked all over like a stamp, i cant say anything because i am next to you in the race for melodrama, i am unconsciously singsong-tapdance about it.

but there's bitching by pretty girls on the telly and i would like to watch it, i would like the o levels to disappear into air, even though i havent been acting like it at all. i need to weane myself off the computer/tv.