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self fragile - 2000-04-24
So, I'm going to make my cyber-focus be this, now that I don't want to write e-mails, and I don't need to converse with Kim through her customized blue on blue colour scheme. I LOVE that... (the colour scheme, not the fact that I can't do that anymore...) For the first time in forever, I have updated twice in one day. More of this is to come, I think. So, keep checking, this section anyways, on a more regular basis. New words may appear every so often. --- Let me start by telling you all how wonderific life has been. Do I need to sit here and gloat? No, and I won't. Let me just tell you that it feels as if nothing can stop me now. Let me say that I feel as if I've made a home sitting on that perfect eight, looking to the sky at nine and ten. The one thing that could take me higher, actually, is if something bad happened. Then I wouldn't get so used to this charmed life that I've always dreamed about... --- Yesterday was Easter, and there was family here, and I like it when there is more family here than just my parents. I spent most of the time trying to install and run the first game ever on my computer, and I am ashamed to say that I am addicted... My poor Playstation is quite upset... For a good part of Easter Dinner, I read excerpts from a Reader's Digest Home Remedies and Household Hints book. For instance if you have trouble standing in the shower, place a lawnchair, and sit in it. If your bedsheets are too heavy for your feet (if they "CRUSH" them) cut one side, and the lid off of a cardboard box, and place that over your feet, like your very own foot-house. If your feces are black and tar-like, well, consult a physician. I found this all extremely amusing... --- So Friday is Fragility v2.0, and for some reason, I can't really get into it. I'm afraid that Trent will do something to embarass me, like wear Nikes on stage, or do something to inspire feelings from my dirty, stinky, wart-infested past. If I can get through this without moshing, I will be happy. Maybe I'll wear my sandals, that way, if I mosh, I, by default, get all of my toenails ripped to shreds. I like my toenails, and owuld like to keep them. The last time I moshed, I got a boot right in the face, and was disappointed when it did not draw blood, or leave a black eye. Now I'm only in it for the music... And the experience... Not the things that nine inch nails made me want to do in the past, like break stuff. And be emotionless... The best thing about me now, is that I can control, and accept emotions... I just use Trent for creativity, and, well, after his therapy, I think our pasts have run slightly parallel. Now that I think about it, it seems as if his philosophy has changed with mine (coincidentally, of course...) This is Fragile, not Self Destruct... Uh, uh, yeah, what am I so worried about? This is a concert that is going to have a piano solo...
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