five years, if you live that long OR five years: that's all we got
It's snowing outside. Snowing like hell frozen over, in fact.
Ugh. Kami, man. She nailed me. She got me good. Wow. I wasn't expecting this at all.
I wrote her a big long letter last night, half in English and half in Japanese. It'd probably be best if I didn't actually send it to her; I should just let it be. Hopefully the catharsis of just writing it will be sufficient.
I need to be the bigger man here.
I'm just so bored with cowards that say they want, and then they can't endure. She can't handle love, baby. It's obvious. (Is that copyright infringement?) Say it, Bjork!
you think you deny me of something
Anyway, the actual point of this entry is to celebrate the fifth anniversary of this diary (I had never heard the term blog when I started it, and I'm not very fond of the term). February 1st 2000 - February 1st 2005. That's 20% of my life. It's been a trip.
As always on this day, your assignment is to read old entries and weep at the sheer bittersweet beauty that is ME. I don't usually demand lacrimation on cue from friends, acquaintances, and the occasional stranger, but trust me, you'll feel better afterwards.
C'mon, it's just for today.
Nah. Nah. Do it. DO it.
No, seriously. Just do it. DO IT.
my brain hurt like a warehouse
and all the fat-skinny people
i never thought i'd need so many people
my brain hurts a lot,