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01/15/2006: "I was going to restart the Cold War, but I think I'll just go to Europe and punch everyone in the face."

It seemed like a great plan. Simple too. Get up from the table, grab the pitcher of kool-aid, and then go lie face down on the floor.

I didn't sound like a good idea, but it sure did make a great plan. I didn't really care that it was uncomfortable or that I didn't even refill my glass. It was a plan I made and it was going perfectly.

Even if perfection sucked.

Now, in an effort to cut out this fucking vauge shit, I'll go ahead and ask the questions that want to be answered.

Why is a good place to start. And the answer is because I my plans don't work a lot of times. Now, even though my plans usually SUCK, I haven't had enough work out to figure out what a good plan is made of, and really just having something I came up with be seen all the way through is a realllly good feeling.

Even when I end up face down on the floor.

Now, I have a why question I want to ask. But I'm not going to, because at the moment I am way to emo to be...logical. Right now I'm just stupid and tired. And angry. When you get that all at once and take some asprin with kool-aid, that tastes like depresed.

Makes for some good poetry tho.

F*R*A*G: I'm taking this pick axe and going to Burger King, because so far I haven't gotten it my way.