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Tuesday, January 25, 2005



This really sucks, I am looking all over the place on friends' computers for some pictures that I might have taken and sent to them. Having all your shit stolen really sucks the ball.
But there is nothing really I can do about it. I have still yet to return home, I cant even look at my room. It is totally tossed and makes me feel so fucking sick to my stomach, I feel so exposed/violated. I know I sound like a cheesy victim here, but once you have been robbed things aren't the same. My paranoia has hit all new highs. I am putting in security doors, and cameras all around my house now. I was going to but bars on the windows, but I didn't want to trap myself inside, in case of a fire.

I have a serious craving to smoke my hookah. I need some nice flavored tobacco, to calm down the thunderstorm that is my brain lately.
People sometimes ask me, "what goes on in that head of yours Angelo?" and I tell them:
"sometimes I think that myself" You see, I don't even know what I am thinking sometimes. My brain seems to have a mind of its own. Its like it thinks and thinks and thinks, about all these different things, and just as I am starting to understand the first thing it was thinking of I have already thought of 15 other ideas.
This is why I write everything down. My memory is basically non-existent, so my chicken scratch is the only thing I have to remind me of anything. Pictures can do the same job, looking at a picture always jogs my memory.
Why is it when I do a google search for something specific, google can never give me any solid results. Its really starting to piss me off; as I am trying to do some travel research on Costa Rica.
My eyes are killing me from the smoke and dryness in the air. Some visine would treat me good right now. I really need a hair cut, I cut my hair a month ago when I was in Montreal going a little bit hypo-. I cut the back and sides, then like an idiot cut the front. Now the front of my hair, is much, much shorter then the rest.



I can think of really cool things, then when I try to draw to draw or articulate them my brain turns off and I cant do anything.
I have 2001 things to write about right now, but cant seem to squish any of my ideas out. I need an adventure to entertain me.
someone be my adventure?

killed softly at 1/25/2005 09:16:00 AM
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