Thursday, April 29, 2004

cheap-ass therapy.

somewhat crappy ways to deal with your shit.

i am a well-motherfucking-adjusted individual. goddamnit. several not so nice things have occured in my lifetime, but i am not naive enough to believe that such events dont bust up other people's 'chi'. like, i dont try to stroke the whoa-is-me card. is what im trying to say. i guess.

i write things down, and then i feel better. and if someone else feels less of a shit-bag because of this, thats cool. but this writing of crap down, is mostly for me. im not so much comfortable with vomiting life anecdotes to total strangers. so typing with no one else being in the room, is very nice.

get ready for some gnarly honesty.


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