Current mood:	weird
Current music:	Matthew Good Band - the fine art of Fallling Apart

...dreams of rediculoucity...
i have always thought, that u can learn alot about me by the way i spit...

its a dumb metaphor and ur sure to be uninterested but..

when i have something that needs to get out i spit weak, timid, cautious, drooling..swallow...
but when i say that was awful, i've drenched myself in my own fluids, and i put my mind to it, i release with fury and i get out what needs to be out..
i'm never gonna win a distance contest but i do all right for myself...
thats all i can ask of myself and i am content.

expect nothing..i went to business in a good mood, a bit late and i was soaked, because i've never been one for the hassle of an umbrella and jackets are only for warmth, and i had expectations of a good conversation with Marydan and Sung about my commercial ideas but they were uninterested in my ideas and my existence but seemed to be in a rush to leave...normally this is no big deal but for some reason i was expecting more, because i feel that the last time we met, because i was finally comfortable, that we were closer..but i should know better than to be so selfish to forget the world does not revolve around me just because i am comfortable..anyway ramble ramble ramble and so on.

i bought a 50/50 cuz tim was selling them so i should be about 250 bucks richer by tommorow..
i should look into a job because i am drowning in scenes & ideas, i wish i had cameras of all sorts and sizes.
tommorow i must check out the camera situation, & mail my CDs to the cast of floridian dreams

Matts asleep and he just said 'Momma' in his sleep, i wonder whats going on in his head...

Roar and all the rest...