February 7, 2002

Joey, I’m not angry anymore

I’ve been around, I’ve read your shit.

It’s funny how you think you have an enemy…one you can’t stand, and usually you can’t stand them because they mirror the worst part of you. So it goes with this one. Every time I think I’ve found something in my life, a song, a poem, that especially says who I am (maybe)…this person incorporates it in their diary. And you know, ain’t it about enough to tick me right off!

Keep your friends close, keep your enemies closer

I can hear the dull click-clack of the pool balls bang against each other on the table dowstairs on this day…which is supposed to be my day off. I’m staring out the window at a most beautiful sunny afternoon, it’s gotta be fifty degrees or so out, and you guessed it, I’m not even supposed to BE here today! Toto, I don’t think we’re in Minnesota anymore. February 8th, 2002…and I was just reading a book on my porch swing while I was on lunch. Ain’t that a trip?

For those of you that have been my constant readers, I can assure you, that the bug up my ass has been sucessfully removed. Just irritated the last few days, with work in general. But it’s Friday night, I guess that makes it alright. Baby, what have we got to lose?

I’m working on an entry. I’m not quite finished with it, I’m taking my time. It’s somewhat of a pet project of mine, entitled ‘What’s our secret?: A definition’. Needs a little work, some fine tuning. Should be interesting if I ever finish it…but it’s one of those entries I can’t just whip out of this fine ass of mine.

Which draws me to the conclusion of this pathetic entry. I hope you all have a glorious weekend. If you need me, I will be stuck in this office watching the walls crack. (No really, the building is settling, you can see the cracks in the wall.) Until then, just remember…I hope your life is like a roll of toilet paper…long and useful.

Cheers!

Oh2bd@mnd

February 8, 2002

What??? You are working..well damn…no time for me than huh??? *sighs*..oh well time to go being out big blue..*winks*…..hope the days of work fly by for you hun…..*hugs and bites*

Thanks for your note. Certainly “getting stuck” with Nolie sounds rather desirable to me. Did you know that I live in the prestigious state of NJ? You know i love your name.

I remember concrete blonde. I heard they were trying to make a comeback even.

“I know you’ve heard it all before. So I don’t say it anymore. I just stand by and let you fight your secret war. And though I used to wonder why. I used to cry ’till I was dry. Still sometimes I get a strange pain inside. Joey if you’re hurtin, so am IIIIIIIIIIIIII!” Sorry…just caught your diary on random and I just really luv this song. 🙂

don’t focus too much on the cracks, it might make you rethink things of much importance. don’t ask, i’m still drunk, but i just wanted to say thanks for the note. =)

actually Say is the answer. For take this riddle for instance, Railroad crossings beware cars, spell that with out any R’s. for you see the answer is in the riddle, if you read it carefully. For riddles are one of the oldest games known to man kind, and at several points in history people where executed for cheating at them.

thanks for the note, I like your writing style, it’s really intelligently written, I’ll be looking forward to your pet project.

you’re right, my life does reflect upon my toilet paper, long useful, extra fluffy around the edges and i get sh*t on all the f*cking time…*blah*

RYN, thanks again, witty comment, I’ll keep checking back.

what do you do when you cant think of anything to write? post lyrics. hehe it sounds like you’ve got a good handle on things. im proud. resist the urge to sleep with

well my lifes full a sh1t so I guess you’re half right kiddo (: Thanks for your kind note Jersey girl (:

My names Joey, but I don’t think you’re talking about me. 🙂 So, what do you think about death???