People frighten me sometimes. No, wait, not sometimes, all the time. I wish I knew what everyone wanted...I wish I knew what everyone needed... and I see a glint in someone's eye and I wonder what it means...and sometimes I think I know what it means, but I turn out to be wrong and othertimes I think that whatever I think must be wrong and I turn out to be right... and sometimes, well, most of the time it seems, I just have no idea what is going on. I don't know what I'm trying to say and I know so many people turn to this page to find something cute and amusing, but, damn it, I made this to try to sort out my feelings, not to amuse you. I'm sorry, that was harsh...I feel like I've said all this before and then I remember that I have, but it IS different each time. Who are you? Why are you reading this? No, wait, don't go, stay awhile, keep me company.
I saw a movie today, Gross Point Blank and seeing it made me want to become a professional killer...does that sounds disturbing to you? It shouldn't, it was a really good movie.
I have all this linty junk between my keyboard keys and it bothers me.
Someone wise once said (well, I think he's wise) that the good are the truly individualistic ones, the truly original ones, not the rebels, not the punks...it's easy to be bad, it's a lot harder to be good. I don't know why, but I liked that a lot. And I thought that I had said something to someone, but it turns out that I never did, that I had actually said it to someone else, but I can't remember whom I said it to, or what I said...but that's the way such things go and that's the way this will go...