This is gonna be a stupid question, but why the hell can't I view my friends' entries further back than the first page?  I hope the answer is out there and I'm just a dumbo...

Sometimes I just want to shoot myself.  These people I go to school with (for the most part) are completely ignorant of everything outside of their parents' houses and parent-bought dormatories and apartments in this city.  Some girl was talking about a "friend" of hers that stole $12,000 of shit from Claires before he got caught.  Then this whole "moral" issue of stealing came up, which they all say is wrong, wrong, wrong.  So I pipe in with saying it's different if you steal food.  But oh no!  These people have no fucking idea what I'm talking about.  "No, it's the same thing, stealing is stealing" they copy each other like a fucking broken record.  Then some girl says that my argument is weak in which I reply that she's never been hungry.  I can't even explain how pissed off these bitches made me.  I should just chalk it up to the fact that they're young, but even I wasn't that naive at 22.  These people have no perspective outside of corporate America and what is best for corporate companies, what we've been taught is "wrong" by society.  But I'm sorry, if I'm fucking starving and going to die, I'm gonna steal that shit.  With the amount of waste this society goes through, Uncle Sam can throw back a dime for my cause.  Fuck this shit, these people suck.  If anyone can redirect me to aware beings in New York, by all means do.

Here are some pictures from the outside of 11 Spring Street in Soho from Dec. 16th.  I stood outside (ill prepared) for 2 hours, waiting to get inside on 1 of 3 days that this street art-bombed building was opened to the public.  Unfortunately, the batteries I bought were supposedly bad, and I had to leave before I got in to get paid by my lazy boss and then rush to the airport and barely make my flight.  I'm sure if you're interested, the wooster collective will have better pictorial coverage of this event.  Enjoy anyways!

On the way to work yesterday, I passed by something that caught my eye.  I looked down to see some black mouse trap with a half-alive mouse stuck to it, it's body heaving, not in an attempt to get away but because whatever chemical was in this piece of shit trap was probably melting it's insides to an oblivion.  I almost fucking puked.  If We as a country, society or whatever do not have enough compassion/humanity to stop liquifying and murdering animals, how will we ever stop murdering humans? 

So at the Crescent last night, this dude approached me and we talked for a little while.  Guy was alright, but acted like he's never heard of someone that doesnt drink.  He went as far to ask me if I'd done heroin or other harder drugs.  I dont see why it's so hard to understand that someone could not want to be intoxicated in any sense...or the fact that nothing tempts me.  Ten minutes later, he proclaimed that we would have the most beautiful and smart children together.  He mentioned his high IQ and such, which leaves me to being just a face. 

I love it how I never get approached...and when it DOES happen, I've got a nice little entertaining story to tell everyone.  Yes, I appreciate the fact that the guy has balls to walk up to me...but telling me you'd like to start a family when I'm trying to get used to your alcohol-breath...that's where the appreciation ends.

It's not like I'm looking for love, but I was opened to it.  But it just feels like it's time to throw in the towel on this subject.  Building friendships seems to be the only route to go...and that is not the road less traveled.

Work me Lord, work me Lord.
Please don’t you leave me,
I feel so useless down here
With no one to love
Though I’ve looked everywhere
And I can’t find me anybody to love,
To feel my care.

So ah work me Lord, whoa use me Lord,
Don’t you know how hard it is
Trying to live all alone.
Every day I keep trying to move forward,
But something is driving me, oh, back,
Honey, something’s trying to hold on to me,
To my way of life.

So don’t you forget me down here, Lord,
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,
Ah, ah, don’t you forget me, Lord.
Well I don’t think I’m any very special
Kind of person down here, I know better,
But I don’t think you’re gonna find anybody,
Not anybody who could say that they tried like I tried,
The worst you can say all about me
Is that I’m never satisfied. Whoa.

Whoa, oh, oh, work me Lord, hmm, use me Lord,
Please, honey, don’t you leave me,
I feel so useless down here.
I can’t find me anybody to love me
And I’ve looked around,
I’ve looked everywhere, everywhere
And I can’t find me anyone to love,
To feel my care.

So honey don’t you go and leave me, Lord,
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,
Honey, don’t you go off and leave me, Lord.
Can’t I show you how hard it is
Trying to live when you’re all alone.
Everyday I keep pushing,
Keep trying to move forward
But something is driving me, oh, back,
And something’s trying to hold on to me,
To my way of life, why.

Oh please, please, oh don’t you go and
Forget me down here, don’t forget me, Lord.
I think that maybe you can ease me,
Maybe I can help you, said uh whoa,
Oh please, please, don’t you go and leave me Lord,
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, whoa, whoa please,
Hmm please, don’t you leave me, Lord.

current mood: blah