Ah, yes. There’s nothing quite like a quiet love to suddenly make you feel like shit about yourself, eh? I’m think it’s probably one of the most potent de-moralizers out there, besides the obvious things like famine, death, poverty and such.

I’d muse about why I bother entertaining fantasies that will never happen, but isn’t that the nature of fantasies? They won’t happen? So this train of thought has now become useless.

I almost spilled my life story today, in a moment of frantic weakness, to someone I know I would have later regretted. I was so close. If she had stopped talking, I probably would have barfed it all up…but she kept going and eventually my internal narrator said, “Nope, you’re not going to do this.” I’ve done it before in the past, and it actually worked out in my favour, but I know that I really just lucked out that time. Yay for self-control.

I also kept the conversation window of msn open today, after someone had gone offline, so I could keep talking and sending messages, though they obviously weren’t received by them. I eventually got to FUCK YOU!! ...Is that a bad thing?


In other news, I got a g-mail account, finally. Awwwstin@gmail.com. Ohhhhh, yeah, ain’t that unique?!?!? This is going to piss everyone right off because my old one is Awwstin@hotmail.com. Did you catch the difference? That’s right, ONE “W.” Who’s gonna remember that one? I haven’t decided yet if I’m going to engage in the extremely lengthy process of switching over to gmail or not. We’ll see.

www.something.com. It exists.

I’ve put up pictures from our battle of the bands show on March 18th. Look at them HERE! I’ll also put one up on my blog to tease you.



By the way, tomorrow is my last day of life. I’ve decided that I'll have had enough after that.