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12/19/2005: "There's a reason it's called "code"."

So what I've decided to opt for is a list. A list of loves and hates. And of course, in the interest of ballance, I'll alternate between a love and hate just to seem...boring.

I love choclate, and hate gnats. Love my clipboard, hate being sick. Umm...this is harder then I thought.

I don't like to say I hate things. I don't like to have enemies. The more enemies I have, the more people that want to kill me (Note: in most cases, my use of the word "kill" doesn't nessisairily mean to end life, so much as "to cause great harm and distress"). I don't like when people want to kill me, I swear I have enough hate coming at me just for being annoying. Which is kinda fucked up because I only annoy the people I like...so something's fucked up in that kind of relationship, just not sure on which side it's fucked up. And as far as love...that's a very universaily fucked up subject on its own. I'll get back to that once I figure it out...

What ever happened to having time? Shit man, I'm gonna go write some emo song lyrics and then record the best sad songs ever and release them on my hit album so I make the monies and get the girls and the power and then sleep with the women on top of a large pile of money every night but still feel empty inside and live a worthless existance......Or....Uh....maybe just go home.

F*R*A*G: Slap my hand, black soul man!