[i'm nothing, if not a man.]
woman?
something.
whatever.
i have to stop pushing enter after everything. i don't know why i'm writing in this piece.
it is fucking cold. i lack sleeves at the moment.
i showered for an hour again. this happens daily. sometimes twice.
not many other things happen.
that are worth mentioning.
aaron sent me a song he wrote me in the mail. i received it today.
somebody gets bored.
i despise internet journals.
there's a rock on my finger.
i am falling asleep.
maybe i'll write something interesting soon.
maybe.
- posted by angela @ 5:07 AM