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Sing in silence, san Sebastian
Another glorious day, 'tis is not? Not it is.
Filming continued, though of course of I'm not satisfied with my performance so far. That's what I get for being a perfectionist, and that's what Janis gets for being a wad.
So now I'm sitting in my friend Steve's basement, all alone. No one is here right now. Scary. I hope they don't mind that I let myself in... I'm pretty sure they won't, but I still feel guilty.
Ugh, I haven't eaten much in the past three, four days... and that's only because I had spaghetti at Regan's. Otherwise, it would have been 7 days.
To put it simply, if I took all the food I've consumed over the past four days and grouped it together, it might just be enough for a meal. Minus the litres of Kool-aid and that... No fucking wonder I'm tired and lethargic. Too lazy to eat and I'll stay lazy until I eat. Wonderful cycle.
Umm... it's safe to say that my mood swinging has tapered off. Back to apathy. Yay.
Seriously, what do you want? A medal?
I want to know why you didn't sign out last night.. letting me post all over your blog. Tsk. Tsk.
Come on, you enjoyed it, didn't you?
last modified Jul 21, 2004 at 11:55
I don't know... could it be, not recording the GOOD takes?
Thousand monkies on a thousand typewriters for a thousand years
Why am i a wad? Look what i have to work with! MOnkies... all of them. Monkies.
Live with it. It's summer! Have fun!
Sure! Pass the mood swinging on to me! Just shove the torch in my direction! Luv yas, jk.
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