Textual Exhibitionism

LAST FIVE ENTRIES
The Sunday Suicide Ritual - 03.19.06
somnambulism: n, Jeremy on a Sunday night - 03.13.06
careful what you wish, you may regret it... - 03.05.06
somebody gona geta hurt real bad - 02.20.06
=NOT(rain V sleet V dark of night) - 01.31.06

am I back? (don't ask me, I just work here) - (05.19.05)

I feel so incredibly compelled to write a brief entry right now, but I have no idea why. It could be because I'm at work and have never written an entry from work. It could be because I am currently writing protocols and procedures and price quotes and proposals and various other "P" words and it's kinda boring. Or it could be because I saw this morning that I hadn't updated in over three months, and that was pretty depressing considering how this here diary was a staple in my life for so long. It's like an ex-heroin junkie walking along the Hastings and getting hit in an open sore with some heroin-laced arterial spray. It reminds you of just how great life was when you were so fucking out of it that you didn't care.

Ok, so it's not really like that, but "metaphor" doesn't start with the letter P, so I'm not really in the mindset right now.

I'm going to get back to work, since Vizzle probably has similar policies as Blargle Company regarding upkeep of one's personal online diary during working hours. I'm probably already in enough trouble, since all I've been doing for the last week has been P-ing the days away.

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