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Bits and Pieces

Hello. Welllll, there isn't much to know about me. In other words, don't ask. Hey, but if you really want to know, one word: psychopath.. Anyways... I'm just another one of those bloggers out there, blogging about how crappy life is, etc. Pathetic, is it not? Life.

écru.

raw and unbleached.

love songs... ahhh, love songs. as it appears, i'm listening to the love album by westlife for no apparent reason. but, do i ever need a reason? before that i was listening to allison iraheta's rendition of i dont want to miss a thing, which isnt bad at all. i spent up to an hour trying to download the song, waste of time if you ask me. on the other hand, i really wanted the song, so i guess nothing's free in this world. this song didnt so much as cost me a penny, on the contrary, it cost me time. hey wait, i have all the time in the world! fine, i'm just impatient. senseless ranting

i find myself comtemplating life nowadays. i dont like comtemplating, but really, i dont have anything else to do other than the usual. i know it's my own fault that i dont seem purposeful, or keen on anything other than sleeping, being depressed etc; i dont seek out stuff to do. ahh, but who gives a fuck, it's my life, not yours. i'll find my way out of this vicious godforsaken cycle.

is this how it ends, with a simple telephone call?

anyway... comtemplating, yes. reflecting, brooding over, meditating on. what? lonely, cold hotel rooms? kids laughing in the background?? adam lambert???

regarding adam lambert: yea well, i kinda knew something was up. so, no surprise really. it's no big deal actually. is it a big deal? no, i dont think so.

dammit sanjaya! stupid idiot ponytail. get outta here!

uh oh. the neurosis is setting in.

i seriously have issues.
yea, big surprise there. SHOCKERS.

*pops down an anti-neurotic pill or two*
hey wait, anti-neurotic pills dont exist.


FINE!

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