i sit here at the library behind a class that is teaching old ladies how to use e-mail.
it makes me lament the death of my wittiness even more.
there was a time when my tongue was razor sharp.
when my life existed outside of work, blockbuster, and my room.
there was once a time when i believed in things.
and those things could sarcastically be ripped to shreds on blog entries such as this one.
and life was good.
and i was hopeful.
but times, it seems, have changed.
now all i want to do is go to work and then go straight back to bed.
i dont want to talk to or be around anyone.
this is especially sad when considering my girlfriend, who thinks that i am just tired of her.
i need an adventure.
i want a life that could be described as electric.
i want to be funny and thought provoking and contagious and controversial.
i want to write more, feel more, live more and eat better.
i want to be able to list off my principles and convictions and to then live my life according to that list.
i want to believe again in things like love, art and God.
i want to stop feeling like such a dissapointment to everyone around me.
i want to finish the cross word puzzle.
but all i ever do is want and dream and hope.
floating along with the stream of life, i will die here.
10:43 a.m. - 2005-03-02
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