Monday, February 28, 2005 // 9:21 PM

i must be the only person i know who wishes i did worse than what i did. somedays i look at the system and i hate how it works for me. all this emotional blackmail, real or otherwise. lifestyle as the carrot.

i want to go shoe-shopping, but your ridiculous yarn appears on my screen. i just missed short cuts on tv so i am going to go back to reading the tv schedule every morning. despite how pointless it gets to feel, now that channel i is defunct and i have a people-source of good movies.

who wants to go watch a production with me? it has been the longest time, after all. i want to go on a comics hunt, i want to find the comic for league of extraordinary gentlemen. and then some, other than the corporately-marketed that i have been patronizing.

i have understood that the problem with lack of conflict or complete staidness is that it makes me feel dead. at brief and terrifying times in between the ball games. yes you have been so obvious it has taken me this long to see you for certain.

i'm sorry for treating you like a non-event.