You never see the hard days in a photo album...but those are the ones that get you from one happy snapshot to the next.

A very warm welcome to my thoughts and opinions. These lyrics from Megadeth's Peace Sells resonate with me. What do you mean, "I can't get to work on time"? I got nothing better to do And, what do you mean, "I don't pay my bills"? Why do you think I'm broke? Huh? What do you mean, "I hurt your feelings"? I didn't know you had any feelings. What do you mean, "I ain't kind"? I'm just not your kind.

me.

I have a penchant for sweet delights be it chocolate lava cakes or eye candy in my favorite tv show. I adore being a couch potato and my recent addiction is NCIS and The Big Bang Theory.

4:38 PM

Thursday, August 25, 2005

Frustration is building up and panic is beginning to set in.
Days seem to be crawling by and suddenly a month is almost over and yet...
NOTHING.
I'm living in reject city and its damaging my bank account balance and hurting my pride.

"Ready or Not, Here I Come" -- Refugees

Well I'm not ready.
I hate the uncertainty.
I hate that everyone else seems so damn bz.
I hate that I seem to have nothing in my hand.
Juz grains of sand that are slipping thru my hand and the illusion that I may have had something.

I hate that I'm being pushed into this world of responsibility.
I hate that I dunno what the flying fuck I'm doing.
I dunno whether I doing it right or wrong.
I'm walking aimlessly in the fog and I seem to be getting deeper and deeper into the forest
but really the fog blinds me and I'm still at the same place that I started.

Panic, Panic, Panic and then juz demoralized disappointment.
Gimme a call that will save me please.
No more reject city.
Please.
I'm begging.