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There is something strangely therapeutic about driving through a thunderstorm at one in the morning. ----- As I write, my nose starts to bleed (a most beautiful ruby red). ----- Maybe the fact that it is 2:30 in the morning has something to do with it, but I think the idea of a fashion designer seems ridiculous. ----- Cocaine. ----- Anorexia. ----- Heroin. ----- Idolatry. ----- Yourself. ----- Myself. ----- Glamorise this. ----- I had a sudden (frightening) urge to take the car, drive too fast, and "miss the turn". ----- if you squeak, burning lightning. ----- Damn you, Toshiba, for not including an internal Ethernet card on your Satellite Pro 4200 Series laptop. ----- In the four days since we've had an Ethernet connection, my sister has downloaded 200MBs of musical crap (Satanic techno, REALLY bad punk, insane quantities of Incubus b-sides (I like Incubus, but just the god stuff)). ----- I would have written more but my computer crashed and so I spent potential writing time rewriting, from memory, what I could before I forgot. ----- Bathe me in thunder. ==== lightning |