if what they say is "nothing is forever," then what makes love the exception?

i feel like i am devoid of substance. when i open my mouth nothing comes out but jibberish and bad puns that no one understands.

or a complaint.

i think i need to read more. maybe then i'll feel more substantial and conversational. i don't want to go home any time soon. my house is going to be weird without t-bone. i don't want to think about it now. so nevermind.

on the otherhand, i'm actually maybe sort of a little bit happy. things are frustrating, a little foagzz, i'm being WAY to derilious, but at the same time these things are forcing me to enjoy myself and have fun.

so that's where i am right now.



i found this on my computer last night. i didn't think i had one. i may have cried a little bit. did i mention i'm a wuss now?