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Wednesday, November 10, 2004
All I see in the screen is frustration. It's staring at me, urging me to fill up the box with words that mean nothing more than the vacuum I started with.
Marigold broke up with her boyfriend.
On the upside, hydrochloric acid evidently washes out :) My jumper is ok once again, for when someone falls in love with me (yeah, it's my 'being fell for' jumper... For no good reason).
So many images accompany me during the day. My hair framing the sky and the Sun raying my eyes, as I glare at the van drivers on their phones.
This computer's haunting me though. I'm addicted (I've said it now). It's consuming me with online chatting and 'homework' and reading. I spend hours now, every day. Stories from the Guardian, each one more banal than the last. Looking at un-updated blogs until I've got their templates on my retinas.
I've lost the urge to work because of it. Where's the incentive when I can just idle? So yeah. I'm going to wean myself off ( as if ).
It's eating my life.
Marigold broke up with her boyfriend.
On the upside, hydrochloric acid evidently washes out :) My jumper is ok once again, for when someone falls in love with me (yeah, it's my 'being fell for' jumper... For no good reason).
So many images accompany me during the day. My hair framing the sky and the Sun raying my eyes, as I glare at the van drivers on their phones.
This computer's haunting me though. I'm addicted (I've said it now). It's consuming me with online chatting and 'homework' and reading. I spend hours now, every day. Stories from the Guardian, each one more banal than the last. Looking at un-updated blogs until I've got their templates on my retinas.
I've lost the urge to work because of it. Where's the incentive when I can just idle? So yeah. I'm going to wean myself off ( as if ).
It's eating my life.
