Ah, my new guestbook was signed. Thank you. Too bad Sarra didn't make the number one spot.... No tape.. Sowwy... Well, I almost want to make her a tape anyways since:

1 she's so nice

2 she didn't know what to put in the "favourite sp song" field. And that's just horrible. Kids today, eh? What are they teaching you in school these days?

And the sad thing is that I'd actually enjoy making a tape of good smashing pumpkins songs. Yes, I have no life.

I got a bill. For something I apparently bought 6 months ago. I'm pretty sure I paid for it. It's not about a lot of money, but it means I'll have to call them and talk about it and I'd really rather avoid that. The whole talking to people thing. Phones are baaad. Yeah. I'm very close to just paying the bill to avoid the phone call. But paying the bill means going to the post office so either way I'm bothered. You can see the bind I'm in? Ah, the lengths I'll go to to avoid contact with people. I'd make a great hermit. I even like the idea of living alone in a hut in the woods. If I could have my computer, my tv... and a supermarket next doors. And a butler. And a 100 million billion dollars. + all da foxy chicks. And superpowers. I want to be able to fly. And then I'd like to invent something that makes life easier for everybody. And I'd like a 5 litre soda. And I want the smashing Pumpkins to play a gig in my back yard. And I want Billy Corgan to ask me to write lyrics for his top secret solo project. And I want to end this paragraph.

Some school kids saw a body being burned during their religion preparition-for-confirmation thing... what a great priest! "hey kids look at this...". Now that's religion! They didn't get any warning. The priest or helper just opened the oven and the kids were staring at a dead body being cremated. Wow. You think Satan's fun? Nuh uh. Priests know where it's at. Dust to dust. In faith. In compassion. In love.

I love AIM.

When a conversation starts like that you just know it's going to be good. Here's the rest of the conversation for yer listenin' pleeesure:

Now tell me I'm not a conversation genious?!?!?!?

Alone in the dark room. So small. Couldn't help but be near you. How I wished I could've said what I wanted. Instead of acting goofy. Putting up a stupid face, pretending to be funny when I was really just in love. And so the short time passed and we left laughing. But I would've given anything for us leaving hand in hand seriously instead. God I miss you.

Well... I feel almost good now. Still a bit of coughing. But I'm not a sicko anymore! Yay! Now I'm just back to hating my life, everything and everybody. Much better.

The ongoing saga of skye continues. She skipped school to go to a placebo concert and her parents took away her computer, money and freedom. I wish she hadn't done that. She should've know her parents would react like that. Sigh. So that means we won't be talking. Unless she can download aim at school. Then she can use her detention time on talking to me. Works for me. Oh. Oh oh oh. Whatever. It doesn't make things easier. But c'est la vie, n'est-ce pas? That's the third time I've used n'est-ce pas in the last couple of days. I really should stop it. N'est-ce pas?

But why try when you can fail just as well without trying?

g'night. try to hold on. don't forget me. Be my - be my little baby. Say you'll be my darling. Be my baby now.

NP: Pumpkins - In The Arms Of Sleep (I'll always love her more than she could ever love me. suffer my desire. suffer my desire. suffer my desire for you...)

...and all I need is you by my side, by my side, by my side...