Yah.
Uh....
Stick it out, there... Will Hung....


Stick it out.


In other news. Job interview today. 2:30pm. Working Here?
Could defintely be good.
Other than that, I think I have to go to the doctor. I feel crazy more or less all the time.


Do shrink's ever help?

happy birthday to miles.
You big tool.

She is like a cat in the dark, and then, she is the darkness
No updates for awhile. I'm sure you're all on the edge of your seat. Where's Lexy? What happened to Lexy?
No?
Well, alright then.
I'll take that too.






2006 is riddled with 2005's unfinished business.
I'm plagued with dreams. Not of the good variety.
Ghosts in my head. So many ghosts in my head.











When I came home with In a Coma, I played Prime Time Deliverance for Terri, knowing it was her favourite Matt Good Song.
As she walked down the hallway towards her room she said, "Is there anything overly special about this version? Because I REALLY like the original."
And that about sums it up.
Does that not make sense?


Let me get back to the gypsy that I was.

I don't want to be here. Here being life. Life being now. Now being everything. I don't want to get out of bed.
I went to the doctor today. I wanted to spill my guts. To scream that this is too much for me and I can't take it anymore. Help me up, help me out. I'm afraid. I'm hurting. And I'm afraid of hurting.



And the more I try to hide from these things, the more people say, "HEY! DEAL WITH IT!" And I just don't think that I can.
Not only do I not know what I'm going to do.. I don't care.
I don't care at all.



It's dangerous... when you get so apathetic you don't even want to breathe.

It's not that I don't want to
It's that I don't care if I do or not.


Lucky for me, the brain handles that.