Saturday, November 29th, 2003 | 0:11
That I'm breathing is just a huge fucking joke.

So I say, "I know it was miserable. There is no need to tell me. I know."
And Rouleau says, "Worst. Performance. Ever." but not in that funny, Simpsons kind of way. He said it completely straightfaced and seriously. And I knew that he knew it. I don't think anyone else noticed but I hope he gives them all hell for it because god knows there's nothing left for me to do.
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All the people close to my dad keep dying and I'm starting to wonder if this is the beginning of my end.
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One foot in front of the other and maybe I'll make it through these next few days.

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