Tuesday, August 16, 2005
Who do I have to please?
Let's start with your extremely complicated American heart, the hoardes of your admirers, my own conscience, my ambition and your lack of it.*sigh*
All is not well, my friends. My efforts made XY hit the mass media...not a particularly desired outcome, after all, it seems. XY sent me three fricking letters in a row, freaking out. I'm stressed out. I'm actually past the point of caring. Need Prozac. Happy pills, quick smart.
What I need is a mental health break. No frigging internet, no worrying about XY or any shit. Sleep. Actually, good idea.
# posted at 11:42 pm
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