Monday, March 1, 2004

Of THING and stuff

So, some notes of THING 2004.
And other stuff.

  • Whenever I'm riding down the freeway, and there's a long expanse of grass on the side of the road, I feel like opening the door and jumping out.

  • I feel like throwing myself in front of a car. Just to see what it feels like.

  • I want to kill someone, to see if I can. But the only one I want to kill deserves worse than that. And I don't think I could do that much.

  • She said she thought I was thin. A twig. That ranks up there with Claire calling me cute.

  • I want to smash my head against a wall when I hear it.

  • Whee, bullets.

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