September 18, 2004
-
Now I know the complete joy of private entries. I really do. I thought what’s the point of having an online journal when other people can’t even sympathize and read outloud your frustrations and emotions, but now I know. The mere fact that only you know your eyes can touch those words, it’s then that everything comes out of you. Every disease, every bruise and scar; surfaces.
Comments (2)
hey,
I didn’t have a hangover from last night. I was fine by the end of the night when I was sitting in the cab. I don’t have hangovers you stupid!
Anyway, I’m really sorry that I didn’t get a chance to talk to you online last night. Honestly, I have no idea if you wanted to talk to me about something that was troubling YOU, or if you wanted to talk to me about ME I have no idea, but I’m really sorry I missed it. I’m gonna go out to chinatown later on and get a calling card, and I’ll be sure to call you by today. I’ll see if I can reach you.
Darnit its 11:33pm..where are you..i wanna talk to you..maybe you are still at work…