late and later still.
pain in my tum.
pain in my head.
pain in my heart.
palpable.

here alone at night
i am whispering to myself
wishing for kindness
but feeling I deserve none.

can't sleep
but I need to
another long day
of another busy week

so I sought out cum
in the form of a story and my euro porn mags
with the smiling european girls getting dp'd.

"are you here because you need someone? or are you here because you need me?"

yeah no one seems to have a clear idea of what they want or need.
no one seems to have a clear idea of how much they're willing
to spend in time and effort.

Everyone looking out for their ROI.
How can you measure results?

Quantitative? Qualitative?
What might we do, to provide you
with more effective, innovative, efficient service?
Your business is important to us, esp.
in this soft market.

Fucking Paul Westerberg.
Always making me cry.
"If being afraid is a crime, we hang side by side/at the swingin' party down the line."
- Paul in the Replacements, Swinging Party

And when I start in on the Replacements, all the emo rock CDs come out.
Morphine, Toad, Yo La Tengo,
Freedy Johnston, Matthew Sweet, Sting's Soul Cages, more Morphine.

SOMETHING REALLY AWFUL HAPPENED.

I think my mini disc player is brokeded.
The mini disc player and my blog are the most
priceless things I own.
I'm devastated. I don't know if it would
be worth it to dig up the warranty, it's been almost a year.
Or has it been over a year?

In any case I am more depressed.
And now it's 1.47 a.m. and I am nauseous and depressed.
Broken.
One more bowl and a tylenol p.m.
And maybe I'll be able to sleep.