I’m listening to the album “Emotion is Dead” by The Juliana Theory. Aptly titled, I might add. I think it’s in reference to the genre, but what the hell, I’ll take it for myself.
“In your eyes I see a darkness that torments you and in your head where it dwells… I’ll give you my hand if you reach out and grab it… let’s walk away from this hell.”
Apparently it’s been four days since I posted. Let me catch you up since then.
Hmm… after reviewing the real version of events, I’ve decided it’s most decidedly bitter, angry, and not worth posting here. Alas.
Yes, that’s the answer, a woman! I’ve never thought of that one before. Oh wait. Been there, tried that.
Maybe I just need a nice car? That way I can go out, hit the bars, pick up a woman, drive off, and wreck the car. No, that would decidedly _not_ solve my problems.
I’ll download more music! Hell yeah, bitter music gets me feelin’ just….
I could join the Army. That’d be fun. Down in Iraq. I hear Fallujah is nice the time of year. Sandy. Heh. I hear they’re looking for more soldiers. I’ll have to ask Mark if joining the Army solved his problems.
I could call a friend. But they’re probably doing homework or sleeping.
I suppose I could chat with God. I don’t know his screen name though.
Whelp, I’m out of ideas.