7.25.01
i can't handle the atmosphere

1, 2, 3 tears
this morning felt difficult.
i wasn't exactly the happiest of campers around.
(i've been having the weirdest dreams).
at lunchtime i decided that if i sat there any longer,
i would completely burst into tears.
so i got a sandwich from across the street and sat outside.
bodies of water always make me feel better.
i'm not sure what's going on in my head.
i just know that i'm really confused right now.
i feel like a decision needs to be made,
except i don't know the problem, let alone what my decision should be.
sidenote: for those who care: garlic chicken on baguette with lettuce.

pork links.

nobody here - just me
how can something so simple be so amazingly poetic and interesting. i love this site.

ben.
ben has a website that he wants you to see. it's got keyboard porn and packrat neighbors. check it out.

ticket tout
ticket scalper. someone who's selling tickets outside of a venue for a much higher price.

"We bought our tickets from the ticket tout."

welcome back steve
later in the afternoon steve showed up.
he's been travelling around europe for 3 weeks now.
(in fact, he was in ibiza last night).
after work we all headed down to the pub.
i ended up getting a pint of stella.
eventually people started to disperse.
so i got on my bike and headed home.
it was lovely riding weather; universal.

frozen.
when i got home i was hungry.
but not hungry enough to cook.
i never cook anymore.
thankfully i had a frozen pizza (garlic chicken) in the freezer.
so i made that, and then read some.
now that i bike i don't have half as much time to read.
but i couldn't concentrate so i had to stop.
and now i am just sitting around.
frozen.

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