Saturday, March 23, 2002
i wish i felt like working right now. i wish my head didn't feel as if it will explode in a matter of minutes. and i really really wish i could keep my mind from going places i don't want it to go.
if this bloody tattoo didn't hurt so much and i actually knew who was djing at taboo tonight, i'd consider going. i didn't dance as much as i should have last night because i felt, don't know, weird, and right now i have all this energy i'd like to get out. grrr.