A Black Feather, A poison pen... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- happy xmas and all of that. i spend an inordinate amount of time bitching and living in the past. all the same i am good at bitching, i'm trying to extract some pertinent lessons from the past, the present is too busy happening while i'm trying to figure it out, the future's uncertain (and the end is always near, heh) i'm not actually this much of a downer in person, just a little weatherbeaten, and the fact that between the last gig i took as a bouncer and tripping over one of my cats in the middle of the night, my teeth are just screwy enough that i'm not comfortable with the thought of smiling until i can repair the damage Other than this diary, i save most of my whining for when i'm good and drunk. 4:25 p.m. - 2005-12-23 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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