Argh. The end. Please send some e-love and e-chocolates to a frustrated belly button.

... insomnia and song lyrics...

"Racist World" - Skankin' Pickle

We live in a racist world
Where colors of the land
Won't keep us hand in hand
We live in a troubled time
Where the news of the dead
Is just another page of red
We live in a racist world.
You gotta stop hating each other
I wonder what the world thinks of one another
I know theres something wrong with me
But there's a problem in our society
You see the blacks hate the whites
And the whites hate the blacks
Or is it something else or opposite
Or maybe I am to blame for this.
Wars are going on this time
To satisify the minds of an agless crime.
And then the youth of today becomes a part of tomorrow
And tomorrow's just as worse
And it even starts to follow suit
Of shooting in the streets
Another rock star dies again
Boy has aids and makes news in the Enquirer.
Hey there won't you be my brother?

(Don't be fooled by the band's name. This song is the most perfect piece of progressive reggae I have ever heard. It's actually ska-fection. Yes, SKA-FECTION!!!

I need a big box marked and stamped for Hong Kong. Put me inside, and wave bye-bye. I don't care if anyone misses me, I need to disappear, disintegrate. Not here.

I want to go back to zine-ing. Or I should restart my stint on Abby Lichtenberger. I saw who he was based on at Michael Moore. I almost died, in a Shakespearean sense. He's beautiful and just wonderful, and probably gay. All you perfect men are gay. It just looks like I will be settlng for less. I can just see myself wearing a sign that reads: "I am straight. I am settling for less."

How could you not love a boy with red chucks on his feet, a green puffy jacket that makes him look like a turtle, and an industrial in his ear?!?!? (word to the unwise: industrial: piercing that hurts like crazy)

She's setting the buzzer. Good-bye ears tomorrow morning.