Wednesday 101498,0920pmHST
That strip was created from someone who works at the newspaper. I'm not the only one being victimized there. We should strike or something.
Tomorrow is a big day for me. I won't write about what I have planned tomorrow. I'll leave that for the next babble. I'm nervous. But its stupid to be nervous. I also need to read "The Glass Menagerie" for class on Friday and I haven't even started. I wonder how long it is. I don't think I'll have time to read it. I should start tonite.
In light of dramas on the TABLOIDS. I find it offensive that PSYCHO BITCH writes about Mel and RJA like that on her site today. She reminds me of the poseur teenies in high school that hung out with "Shane the Hungry Ear Obsession". Someone should shoot her and grind her body up in a tree shredder. I'll volunteer.
Isn't it funny? I don't even know these people. I should start up a fan club for the fomer NYLQs.
I love watching Law& Order re-runs on A&E. I've watched dozens of episodes and still don't know the names of the main characters. And you know, it doesn't really matter. We don't need to know the names. Each episode carries on so well there is no concern for knowing who is who....the main characters that is.
I need to see a doctor. I'm long overdue for a checkup. I know something is wrong with me. I know. I'm afraid its something really serious. I don't want to die yet. I don't. But I procrastinate about everything physical about me. God WOULD screw me over and have me die at 22.
I'm at a neutral emotion at the moment. I'm not happy....I'm not sad. But I'm not content either. I feel the need....the need to....the need to break out of this neutralism.
I don't like sex as much as I used to. I think I am one of the few that have gotten tired of it. NO, its not the boy. I can't picture myself making love to anyone but the boy. I just don't have the need to jump anyone's bones at the moment. Actually for the past week....even month. I usually have spurts of horniness...but lately its been less frequent. I can't say I'm sexually frustrated ANYMORE. I know I was. The boy cured that.
It's not a sad thing. Its a neutral thing. I don't need sex. Masturbation will do fine.
ART BELL has signed off. Supposedly for good. That is VERY saddening. Did you know his wife is from here?
Write me. None of you write me. I get about 5 hits a day. I know at least 3 of them are regulars. Write me. TELL ME WHO YOU ARE!
Only if you feel like it. :)
I don't want to stop typing. But I have nothing interesting to talk about tonite.
Things I need to do:
Kay thats my list. We don't like lists do we. I promise I won't do it often. This is for lack of better things to do.
Tell me to shut up. OK?
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