Sunday, January 23, 2005 // 12:17 AM

i know i'm in control when you start doing things like that.

you. why dont we ever talk about you? i realize now, now that things are so close to being gone, that i dont know a single thing about you. some how or other we've been spending all our precious time talking about me. does that seem normal to you? because it reminds me of how other relationships used to work, i dont want things to be like that. i dont see it so much as selfish as... i have been giving up things that you have not. gosh i know i talk alot, but i do want to know about you. even if, even if i am not going to have anything to say about you in return (while you seem to have a lot to say in return about me). i'm intrusive too, so much so that i come incredibly close to offence, a lot of the time. i'm just wondering, why dont i do that with you? i know we started with me making a lot of noise so as to fill the empty spaces between us, but where exactly do we cross the line from that being initiation to that being all that there is?

what i would like for my birthday: comic books or cds. i still believe that i'm scandolously easy to please.

played floorball, lasped into chinese while talking to wilfred. how strange did that feel. in the last twenty-four hours i have watched kill bill 2, maria full of grace, both of which i liked very much. i am just watching tarintino's directing, there's a sharpness about things that i didnt really appreciate when i watched the first one.

sometimes i think: by no virtue of your own. you make me happy, you really do.

hey pig. nothing can stop me now, cos i don't care, any more.