I wish the redneck couple in Aruba would shut up. Or better, just go away. Go back home and stop making the rest of us look like ignorant hillbillies.
I find myself lost in grim thoughts lately. On the circuit at the gym yesterday I stopped and just stared at the floor and thought, what am I doing here? Trying to leave behind a better looking corpse? All of this is for nothing. It isn't for me, I couldn't care less. It's a placebo, something to distract me for a while, like loosing weight. It's fascinating to watch a new body emerge, but unfortunately it's still rotten inside. An attractive but inedible piece of fruit.
9:45 a.m. - 2005-07-08
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