Happy Fucking New Year, Captain Asshole! 2003-01-01 - 2:21 a.m.
Well. Happy New Year. Don't worry, the only evilness my sister and I took part in involved streaking our hair red, taking silly pictures of ourselves, and then sitting around on the couch, watching the TV. We got dressed up for no reason. She drank Coke out of a wine glass with a little umbrella in it. I drank my vanilla Coke out of the bottle. I can take only so much silliness. Until I start realizing what a pathetic loser I am. But well, surely you don't want to hear about that, as this is a new year and all. There's that pesky little false hope lying around, the hope that I can reinvent myself. DO something. Haha. Damn pesky little thing.
(Here it comes, whine whine whine, rant rant rant.)
I should really go to bed. Really. Or I should write about how I want there to be peace (or maybe certain leaders to do the honorable thing and resign, I dunno) or a cure for AIDS or cancer or smelly shoes. And I want all of those things.
But please. Please, if there's any spare happiness floating around in the world, please send a tiny bit of it my way. And I do know the exact solution. It's so stupid and simple really. I had a dream about such a scenario last night actually. And it's funny but all the nebulous dream people seemed to agree that the solution was perfect. Nebulous dream people aren't usually wrong, are they?
Mr. Sandman, please. Bring me the damn dream already.
(end whine/rant)
Happy New year everybody. Let's hope 2003 is a good one.