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if my pens have that, why does it still hurt when i write? i have serious wrist issues and i know it's from the computer. it's not carpal tunnel, but i wouldn't be surprised if i get that one of these days. i start writing on paper with an actual pen and i start hurting. fast. and my writing gets really shitty really fast. i used to be able to write on paper. most of escape - written on paper. and then destroyed once it was typed up of course. last chapter of choices all 53 pages of it - handwritten in a notebook and then typed up. the laptop has spoiled me. i have no need for paper when all i have to do is start up a computer and drag it with me wherever i go and type things up. which reminds me. i need to write a paper for my holocaust class in, oh, four hours. note that i have a class before that and must leave to get on the train in about an hour. whateva. i can write it in that time. and i can read the story i have to write it on too. i rock with the procrastination! go me!
have become entirely re-obsessed with All That You Can't Leave Behind. it hasn't left my cd player in two days and whenever i'm in my room, i'm listening to it. fuck i love this cd. i had almost forgotten. i need to step away from the recent purchases such as the D, Ben Folds, Tori, Bowie, Nsync, etc. and pull out some old stuff. Like Manson. I need to go on a Manson kick because he'll make me feel better. Cause Marilyn rocks the shit, yo.
i'm obviously procrastinating here but that's okay. like i said, i'll get the paper done.
i've been thinking about a lot of things recently, mainly stuff that involves boys and puppies and my future. i keep thinking about the plans i made about two years ago that included a boy and a puppy and happiness. that was a really sweet dream that i think would be fantastic to have again. i just hope that i haven't changed so much that i can't just have a simple dream where there's a boy, a puppy, a little apartment that's ours, and happiness. i mean, the boy probably isn't going to like the marionettes in the apartment and not many apartments like puppies either so who knows. maybe i'll just concentrate on pushing the boy to do the right thing and get out of the bad thing he's in now. i want the boy to be happy so we can get our happy little dreamworld back where nothing hurt us and we were deliriously happy about stupid stuff like arguing about movies, eating taco bell because it was affordable and they let you have free refills on the soda, and just knowing that the person you were pressed up against in the tiny twin bed was someone you loved.
i'd like that again.
have become entirely re-obsessed with All That You Can't Leave Behind. it hasn't left my cd player in two days and whenever i'm in my room, i'm listening to it. fuck i love this cd. i had almost forgotten. i need to step away from the recent purchases such as the D, Ben Folds, Tori, Bowie, Nsync, etc. and pull out some old stuff. Like Manson. I need to go on a Manson kick because he'll make me feel better. Cause Marilyn rocks the shit, yo.
i'm obviously procrastinating here but that's okay. like i said, i'll get the paper done.
i've been thinking about a lot of things recently, mainly stuff that involves boys and puppies and my future. i keep thinking about the plans i made about two years ago that included a boy and a puppy and happiness. that was a really sweet dream that i think would be fantastic to have again. i just hope that i haven't changed so much that i can't just have a simple dream where there's a boy, a puppy, a little apartment that's ours, and happiness. i mean, the boy probably isn't going to like the marionettes in the apartment and not many apartments like puppies either so who knows. maybe i'll just concentrate on pushing the boy to do the right thing and get out of the bad thing he's in now. i want the boy to be happy so we can get our happy little dreamworld back where nothing hurt us and we were deliriously happy about stupid stuff like arguing about movies, eating taco bell because it was affordable and they let you have free refills on the soda, and just knowing that the person you were pressed up against in the tiny twin bed was someone you loved.
i'd like that again.
