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o genki desu ka? my weekend sucked. went to the bar with jen yesterday, and watched her get drunk. today, i sat around and did nothing. nothing at all. i ate pizza and watched anime...oh and wash my clothes for the week. exciting.

MY DARLING DARLING PLEASE! GOD I <3 JAPANESE

how to disappear completely

i called off work today, because i can barely speak. i can hardly talk now, but meh. im not really sick per say, i just cant talk and have a stuffed up nose. oh so yeah, im sick. im having one of those meh moments in life where im really lonely. i dont have anyone to go home too and talk about my day. i dont have anyone to sit and watch goofy anime with. i dont know how much more of this i can take.

i wanna see YOUR tags err fun bags

oniichan, i love you

so i just finished watching koi kaze aka the incest anime. it was rather good, but the ending sucked. i was totally surprised they fucked in the next to last episode. wheres my cute younger japanese sister? is it sad i know people who've slept with blood relatives? if you cant keep it in your pants, keep it in the family.

what what what

i can find excuses for all my shit

incest post offices and clam chowder

so yea thats the gist of my weekend. something isnt making a connection in my head...something is being blocked out. seeing somethings just disgust me. seeing a lot of things disgusts me. meh this entry is being forced..i wish i could vent about a lot of things. but i cant step on any toes. i need a hobbie err a hobby.

welcome no where fast
nothing here ever lasts
nothing but memories

living makes me sick
so sick i wish i'd die

i wonder if getting help for my depression early in life would have made things go differently. would i have actually married brandy? i wonder what my relationship with my parents would have been like...ehh what if? fig newtons.

i really should be getting ready for bed and finishing my laundry. but instead, i'd rather write the same old emo'esque shit i've written time after time. whats the point of holding on to these shitty memories. shitty memories of a past life where things where much worse then they are now. but yet i cant bring myself to be any happier now then i was then.

emo'esque

things i once thought unbelievable have all taken place

/emo

i wonder if i take lots of zoloft, it ill be lots of happy?

it will be mine

a little trading here, a little ebaying there. it will be mine damnit.

i felt...

i felt like typing up a big entry. but meh..to much work.

someone call the waaaaaaambulance

hopefully this easter will not consist of pissing blood and an overcooked ham no one touches. last easter consisted of akward moments with jen and her father getting sick. i remember back in the day, my family would always go to jo's for easter. it was one of the rare occasions when my moms side of the family would get together. i figure tomorrow i will sleep most of the day and wake up and eat some ham.

baby, did you forget to take your meds?

im a punk rocker yes i am

<3 doug

saferjohn (4:50:41 PM): i've been taking lexapro for year now
saferjohn (4:50:50 PM): hell i've been at my job a year
LemundeFiere (4:51:04 PM): why don't you look into medicinal marijuana?
saferjohn (4:51:08 PM): lol
LemundeFiere (4:51:24 PM): it's got to be healthier than what you're taking

after years of waiting - nothing came

sleeping during the day ftmfl. whats funny is im talking to doug while hes on his lunch break at work heh. he picked up cnc3 so we should be able to play it together on one of his days off this week. i felt bad for giving dougs car away to be crushed...but there really wasnt anything i could do with it. meh im lonely