Find your emotion! [?]

This is disturbingly true.

So, I didn't realize how shitty it is to be without the internet until the DSL went down last night and stayed down until...well, for me, until I came back over an hour ago. After catching up on Wednesday night television, which consists of Ed, Enterprise and, when I'm done here, Wolf Lake (which is all fucked up because when UPN picked it up, they showed the first episode and then jumped to six, but I'm still watching 'cause I'm fucking riveted), I hit the resurrected zombie corpse of Helter Skelter with Jean. A good, funky time was had by all (especially her for reasons I won't go into) and they played enough of the songs I dig to make it worth my while. Duran Duran's The Chauffeur would've made it nearly perfect, but I'm not complaining. There was no cover, I danced my ass off, and I don't think anyone could tell that I was horribly burned. I don't care what Andy says, it was cool; he's gotten to be a bit of a friggin' elitist these past few years.

Not that it matters; I've been one for longer.

Still, I'll never stop appreciating the fact that we have more in common with each other than we do with the one-time mutual friend we once hung out with all the friggin' time (that ugly, arrogant, self-righteous motherfucker).

Anyway...on to more pleasant things...except that there aren't any. This is pretty much the ned of the entry. Shit...I'd rather not leave things on such a down note. Hm.






There we go.

Ah, found another:

Controlled substances and altered states of consciousness are your thing. You'll try anything once, and most things twice. Society may look down on you, and you may get arrested every now and then, but this really wouldn't be a problem if they government would just get a clue and legalize everything, dammit!

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Of course, this surprises no one. I just wish people actually understood why I do them...