| silting wilt out of the bilt. 2002-09-22 5:47 p.m. life has been pretty consistent lately; welbutrin, cigarettes, alcohol, some classes, and the same few people always hanging around. at least things are fairly stable. this korean guy is in my room bitching about my music. why don't you go buy an oriental grocery store or laundromat and leave me alone? mark found the "bilt" as the other two kings will understand that and the rest of you fuckers are left scratching your heads. i am going to bed before i do some good to the world. i am definitely more cynical than ever, making it impossible to achieve real human interaction. everything i say and do is fake and i suspect the same of everyone that i encounter. i wish i could say that i didn't need anyone else. |