Only Killers Call Killing Progress: I would be... But I'm not.

Fall on me, black helicopter....

I would be... But I'm not.

Published April 02, 2005 by Lexy | E-mail this post

I spent some money today on things for my new place, and I want to go back there.... But for whatever reason around 4pm I just decided I'd go mental if I was in there alone a minute longer with nothing to do.... so I headed here. And here I am. And it feels good when people you hardly know tell you that they missed you the one night that you weren't with them. It made me happy.
Twenty Five days.

Oh, and the pope is dead, from what I hear. One of the things, y'know.. Thosethings... the things that happen to you in your life... This is one of them. So here marks this thing. Written, dated. Documented on the notepad of my life. Etched into my skull...
Hope he's having fun.. There's a party with Christ right now, I bet.
Lotsa cocaine and strippers to make up for the life he led that was supposedly void of such things.

AHHHH more laters.