> Marilyn Manson - Cryptorchild
> Daft Punk - Too Long
> The Cure - Pictures of You
> Nine Inch Nails - Closer (Further Away)
> Basement Jaxx - Do Your Thing
I’m in a very bad mood, but that’s really nothing new. Perhaps I should channel my shitty mood into a story. Nah. I played Diablo II for a half-hour or so, my character kept dying. I got impatient. My computer has been running very slow, I need to back up my files and format it. I need to buy Nero so I can do this. I’m waiting until Tuesday, when I get paid. Valentine’s Day comes and goes yet again. I’ll just sit around depressed listening to Placebo. That’s how I pass every single one. Maybe I’ll go into that chatroom. It’s not working. I’m downloading porn. I’m bored.
I didn’t go to the party. I did the thing that I do a lot of times when I’m depressed, I dress up and take pictures of myself. I guess it’s better than some other things.
I should start reading. Nah, I think I’ll just sit around feeling sorry for myself for a little while longer.
> Orgy - Fiend
> Ladytron - He Took Her to a Movie
I posted my little story thing. I’ve been using Firebird to read my RSS blog subscriptions, it’s a pretty cool thing. And it’s open-source. Woot. Oh yeah, yesterday I had e-sex with my friend Jeff, that was fun. Other than that, I haven’t done much at all. I’m just agonizing over whether I should go to this party. I want to wear this one shirt but I’d have to go to Wal-Mart to get a button for it. I should have a Manson t-shirt or something to wear to a party. But I don’t have very many cool articles of clothing. Another trip to Eureka should remedy that, I suppose. I mostly need new shoes. I guess I should get it over with and get some skater shoes. But they often aren’t very comfy. I guess I could get some Converse, but I’m just not a Converse person. Shit, this is going nowhere. I should just start a load of laundry. At least I’ll have more to choose from after that. Shit. I don’t feel like going anywhere. I should read, but I’ll probably just play some Diablo II. I hate myself.
> Joan Jett and the Blackhearts - Bad Reputation
This entertained me:
http://www.theonion.com/news/index.php?issue=4106&n=9
I’m going to post that thing I wrote in class on my fiction blog later. I’m really not in the mood to go to that party, even though I know I’ll have lots of fun. Becky is IMing me telling me about the Nine Inch Nails concert (his first concert in 6 years) that I won’t get to go to. The tickets sold out in six minutes. I have no money to speak of. I’m going to be trapped in this hell forever. No Nine Inch Nails for me. Ever. No fun for me. Ever. I’ll just be at some person’s house watching taped Seinfeld episodes at 3 a.m. like yesterday. Fuck.
