October 23, 2003
I'm bored, bored, bored, bored. This is the part they don't tell you about when you're a kid. They don't tell you that sometimes you just sit in your office looking off into space because there's really nothing more interesting to do. Sometimes I wish I could just chuck everything and run through the streets like a child of the night. I always remember getting drunk fondly, but whenever I actually do it anymore, I'm really hating life. Why do we have to grow up? Whine, whine, whine.
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