Sunday, October 01, 2000
Gotta bit of a problem.
I am perfectly content with Lynn. I know that that
doesn’t seem like a problem, but it is. I mean, I am 21
years old and I’m sitting home on a Saturday night doing
nothing u watching TV because Linny doesn’t feel like doing
anything. I’m doing the same thing on Friday and on
Sunday. I’m just doing nothing. All the time. And I
don’t think I’d mind if we talked about something even
remotely significant, but we really don’t talk about
anything. We sit around and watch TV. She calls
it “vegging out,” I call it a lot of other stuff. Mostly
But you know what the funniest thing about it is?
I don’t really care all that much. I mean, I could sit
there all day long and be fine. You’d never hear a peep
I wonder what that means…
All I know is that I spilled Kool-Aid on the
keyboard last week and now the damn shift button sticks.
So I’m done. I don’t wanna get pissed and start
beatin the shit outta this thing.