Tuesday, December 2, 2008

isthmus

(note: the following statements do not necessarily relate to one another.)

I can't think straight with my head about to explode like this.

I know I shouldn't, but I do.

I'm feeling angry with someone I should never have cause to be angry with.

I hate that everyone - yes, including me - is so damned quick to denigrate others.

I wish my dad were home.

I regret what happened, but I won't admit it. No way in hell.

I want to pledge my organs for donation after I die, and then I want to have a closed-casket ceremony.

Cold showers are my personal kind of panacea.

I don't feel ready for camp.

I want more aspirin, but it would probably OD me.


My speakers aren't working, but if they were I'd be listening to Dido's White Flag

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