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:: Thursday, March 13, 2003 ::
Rictis: sorry- I need to vent for a second- I hate my fucking cell phone!!!!!:: Monday, March 10, 2003 ::
ohfatbastrd: go for it
Rictis: I am going to throw my cell phone into a lake of eternal fire and then piss a stream of acid into the eyes of the AT&T gods
ohfatbastrd: nice, nice
Rictis: then unleash hordes of angry bees and locusts
Rictis: on something... I don't know who to blame- maybe myself
Rictis: I am paying like $50 a month for utter frustration... I am going to cancel this shit once and for all!
some things I noticed:
When I am alone, I am narcoleptic- I just can't stay awake sometimes...it could be the middle of the day after 2 cups of coffee...
Being around people forces me to keep my energy up.
The problem is, that recently I've wanted to be alone- so that I could spend time alone w/the muse and creative pursuits...
but guess what- everytime I tried to do something, I'd just crumple into a lethargic little ball and wake up hours later wiping drool from my mouth...
pathetic- serves me right...
I prob. deserve it
(yawn)
over and out
:: Ol Man Factory 3/13/2003 06:19:00 PM [+] ::
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So here's the lowdown:
I, Goh, Insane
Due to writer's block, I've been collaborating w/ D.J. Ro at Scrunchface studios on a guitar/turntable album. There's going to be 5 cuts on it- we have 3 so far, and they are pretty crazy.
The working title of the album: Luster (as in one who lusts)
It's been described as "romantic" sounding- I dunno, those are not my words.
I've been in kind of a funk lately, on a bunch of levels- trying to stave off the craziness of a fucked up world about to go to war...
Feeling insignificant/ignorant/powerless/overwhelmed... Broken Promises,
I've also lost all interest in pursuing romance/ a mate- I don't know what's wrong with me- something just snapped. My gut and heart tells me that I should be alone right now, and that's that.
To the girl in the batting cage: Apologies in advance, whoever/wherever you are- I'll snap out of it
:: Ol Man Factory 3/10/2003 07:11:00 PM [+] ::
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