Monday, December 17th, 2001 11:05pm

So I've had a terrible day and I've just come home from seeing some friends. You ever have the feeling like you just don't want to be anywhere? I don't want to be home, I don't want to be out, I just don't fucking want to be anywhere. Blah. It's a week away from Christmas, and I should be damn happy, but do you think I am? Nooooo. Of course not. Something always happens. Besides the fact that it is unseasonably WARM outside, it just doesn't feel like christmas. It never does. Once I got to a certain age, I just lost it. I mean, sure I still like decorating and all that stuff, but I dunno. Just doesn't seem to be the same. I guess I just have to adjust to "adult" christmas. Another journey in life. Yikes.

"Survived abortion..." what kinda line is that for a song? Bah. Marilyn Manson for ya. Go figure. Will I get sued for writing his name? No, that's freedom of speech, is it not? And who am I hurting anyway? Besides myself for being stoned and smoking while I write this crap. I find I Listen to a lot of rawr rawr music lately. I can't explain it. I never used to like it. Now I do. *shrugz* What's a girl to do? There's a really cool Kittie cover of Pink Floyd's Run Like Hell...I think it's awesome. Very rawr rawr. :)

So I attended a couple of fancy swanky xmas parties, one being mine and one clarences. SWANKY. Yikes. It was fun though. Good food at clarence's minus the fact that the meet was esentially still mooing and all. Ick. I don't like roast to begin with, but raw roast is just that much worse. Writing sure does feel good when I've had a bad day. I should do it more often. Perhaps not in stream form though, because then you'll get the impression that my life sucks...'cause I'm sure I"d just be writing...Man my life sucks...blah blah blah....hey, my life sucks... haw. We don't need to hear that, that's not good conversation!

Stupid society. I hate people, this is my problem. I just can't stand the way we are, not that I figure I could make us any better if I go to create a race of my own. Or should I say a world? I don't know, I mean a human race of sorts. Blah. I Don't know what the fuck I'm talking about anymore. I wonder if I should have a censor warning type thing on my main page. Warning!! EXCESSIVE DRUG REFERENCES...LANGUAGE WARNING...PG13 :) HAW. Hee Haw. Blah. I say blah too much. Man I say a lot of things too much I think. Oh well, what are you gonna do?!

Mom said to me "cheap like borscht!" sometime ago. I thought it was funny. Don't remember what we were talking about though, but it was funny when she said it. Had to share it with you all. I'ma go now. Take care.