Do you really want to hurt me, Wal-Mart?
10/09/2003 07:33 a.m.
Wal-Mart is playing with my emotions. It sends me e-mails telling me that my photos expire in 15 days, yet when I go to download them, it has a "site down, blahblah, sorry for the inconvenience" message. So, apparently, the site works enough to send me automated messages about how I need to download my pictures or they'll disappear, but it doesn't work enough for me to actually download my pictures. Wankers.

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I'm gonna make a mistake, I'm gonna do it on purpose.
10/06/2003 05:08 a.m.
I often find myself doing things and then instantly regretting them. No impulse control. I need a collar that will electrocute me. Or maybe a choke chain. I'll give the lead to Rasool and then he can yank it back whenever I start to do something stupid. I just discovered something that makes me regret, highly, something I did earlier today. But I did it, so I have to live with it. You know, live and learn, and etc.

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it helps with the lights out
10/04/2003 11:01 p.m.
sometimes i feel like peeling off my skin. like an apple, in one long strip. sometimes i want to pull out every last hair on my head.

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I feel guilty when...
10/03/2003 02:21 a.m.
I rate someone's poem and it knocks them off the lists on the front page. You don't even have to give someone a low rating, just have to give them something besides, brilliant, etc, and off the front page they go. It makes me feel even worse when their disappearing makes my poem go up higher. It's like I subconsciously did it on purpose. I didn't, because I don't really care about where my poetry is on the list, or if it's on a list at all, but I have a tendency to not trust myself. I think I have ulterior motives for everything, even when I'm not consciously aware of them.

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Irony
10/01/2003 03:22 a.m.
Just as I'm rejoining after having been part of the last mass deletion that occurred in the spring, there appears to have been another mass deletion.

I got blessings from the people who were deleted/deleted themselves at the same time as I. I don't think anyone is particularly bitter about it anymore. Well, maybe a couple of people.

Sometimes, it amazes me when I have grown up reactions to things. I'm twenty-one and still a big baby, but occasionally I remember that I'm technically an adult.

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