don't it always seem to go that you don't know what you got 'til it's gone?

11:27 a.m.
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19 February, 2004

OOh, plus Julia called me cheap and is threatening not to set me up with her friend. Wow, how will I cope. Does she not realise by now that I'm incapable of doing anything but be 'cheap'? I have no soul, the mermaid stole it and probably hid it away with all my letters, stories and pictures.

I hate my housemates and Nat's stupid dog, who hates me back, adding creedence to my no soul theory.

I hate my other house and my family of co-dependent secretiveness. It sickens me to know that we're all aware of each other's dirty little secrets, but no-one says anything. I hate also that I have more than my fair share of secrets and that I'm the biggest hypocrite. See what I mean, life is odd right now.

I dedicated the entire day yesterday to beginning my new story. As of midnight last night the screen was still bare, but I had done my laundry and... No, I just did my laundry. What a productive day.

I was thinking about going home for a little while, but I don't know. It's just as bad there, probably worse because I have actuall emotional investment in the people. I know that I'll just play computer games and waste yet another pointless week of my life. But hell, I do that anyway and at least there's Pharaoh there.

I was supposed to be going to Brighton on an LGB trip next weekend, but I probably won't. Still feeling like a freak when I go there. Found out I'm also the oldest, which is even more depressing because I'm always finding myself the victim of their gayer-than-thou attacks. Why is flexibility always mistaken for indecision?

Oh, I also hate the rest of the meat-eating world today. Yes, my hatred has become universal. Not because of the obvious murder aspect, since that's a given, but because of the lack of vegetarian options. The refrectory seems to serve the same bloody risotto every single day and there are nothing but egg sandwiches.

I think the obvious solution is to become a cannibal, but no-one else seems to share the logic. I hate humans, I need food, humans contain valuable nutrients that I lack since I don't eat animals... see, it's the only way.

Anyway, I'm going to go to my Aliens and Outsiders seminar, the only place I truly feel safe and happy right now. What a fucked up world this is.


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	11:27 a.m. / 19 February, 2004 OOh, plus Julia called me cheap and is threatening not to set me up with her friend. Wow, how will I cope. Does she not realise by now that I'm incapable of doing anything but be 'cheap'? I have no soul, the mermaid stole it and probably hid it away with all my letters, stories and pictures. I hate my housemates and Nat's stupid dog, who hates me back, adding creedence to my no soul theory. I hate my other house and my family of co-dependent secretiveness. It sickens me to know that we're all aware of each other's dirty little secrets, but no-one says anything. I hate also that I have more than my fair share of secrets and that I'm the biggest hypocrite. See what I mean, life is odd right now. I dedicated the entire day yesterday to beginning my new story. As of midnight last night the screen was still bare, but I had done my laundry and... No, I just did my laundry. What a productive day. I was thinking about going home for a little while, but I don't know. It's just as bad there, probably worse because I have actuall emotional investment in the people. I know that I'll just play computer games and waste yet another pointless week of my life. But hell, I do that anyway and at least there's Pharaoh there. I was supposed to be going to Brighton on an LGB trip next weekend, but I probably won't. Still feeling like a freak when I go there. Found out I'm also the oldest, which is even more depressing because I'm always finding myself the victim of their gayer-than-thou attacks. Why is flexibility always mistaken for indecision? Oh, I also hate the rest of the meat-eating world today. Yes, my hatred has become universal. Not because of the obvious murder aspect, since that's a given, but because of the lack of vegetarian options. The refrectory seems to serve the same bloody risotto every single day and there are nothing but egg sandwiches. I think the obvious solution is to become a cannibal, but no-one else seems to share the logic. I hate humans, I need food, humans contain valuable nutrients that I lack since I don't eat animals... see, it's the only way. Anyway, I'm going to go to my Aliens and Outsiders seminar, the only place I truly feel safe and happy right now. What a fucked up world this is. prev > next > fresh > rotted > profile > fans > rings > notes > email > design > host >