Tuesday, December 31, 2002

well 2002 is over.i had hoped things would turn around for me this year,but it turned out to be a great big tease,like a farmer dangling a carrot in front of a mule.god i'm depressed.god i'm tired of being depressed.god i'm tired of telling people i'm depressed.god i'm tired of telling people i'm tired of being depressed.

there is no hope.life is just a really long boring movie that refuses to end.and no matter how much the previous installment sucked,they'll keep making sequels because there are morons out there who crave monotony and predictabilty to the point of creating on line petitions to bring it back for "one last hurrah".

is there anyone out there?

i thought not.

Sunday, December 29, 2002

i wanna be like Henry Rollins.writing pissed off violent intellegent lyrics/poetry/stories,having small roles playing psychopaths in movies,touring the world in a kick ass band,and doing spoken word shows describing all of that in a humorous way.

but i'll probably just rot here..slowly turning into Travis Bickle,but without a gun,a mohawk,and my freind Jodie Foster the teenage prostitute.writing inane bablings and disjointed musings in a notebook or worse yet,a live journa...aw crappers.