June 19, 2004
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I need Eliot. I want Eliot. I love Eliot. AHHH Tomorrow I get to play him. Yes. Can’t wait.
(Why does it sound so wrong when you give an object a name? GEEZ people, don’t go into a frenzy now, again, let me reiterate: Eliot is my guitar.)
Hmmm…
Immature Love: I love you because I need you
Mature Love: I need you because I love you
10:50pm
Drunk @ home. Not till the point I don’t have conscious reasoning, but i’m getting a little tipsy, my face is hot, and my eyes are bloodshot. Wow, so this is how I look like when i’m drink. Go Mike’s hard!
Note: I broke a few laws today. NOT a good thing.
Comments (1)
I don’t understand the difference between your mature love and immature love. Hmm…maybe I should pack in some lunch, and then gain some wisdom to comprehend heh heh….
Just cause I don’t understand the difference, or I can’t seem to see it now at the moment does not mean I do not know the difference. Okay what am I talking about. Who am I trying to fool..myself? Ok I don’t know what I’m writing. I should go eat. See you soon. Hope you had a good rest.