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Saturday, February 18, 2006
Late again. My fingers are itching to do something artysmarty, but the inspiration to draw is lacking, and the materials for other stuff are..not in my house. And I hardly can ride to the shop in the middle of the night for it. My hair smells like yoghurt and lime. I like it. Last times I updated my blog, the posts are just random thoughts typed out. Nothing useful. No good gossip, deep philisophical thoughts, and nothing edible. I am desperate for a cigarette, but I don't think I should go outside today(night?). But if I had beard stubble, a long coat , sunglasses, and a gun I would go. I would do a little speaker in my pocket and I would let it play a semi-nostalgic-dangerous instrumental song. I would talk to myself without opening my mouth, and I would say things like " If only he had not killed my wife and kids, I would not have become the man I am now. " In a really strong manly voice. That I did not have a wife or any kids, does not matter. Because everybody would think I am a dangerous hitman, like in the movies. Yeah. That would be the coolest thing. Signing out, copy

3:09 PM; i didn't took a picture.0comment(s)