2002-03-05 - 10:56 p.m.
I lay in bed last night, unable to sleep, engaging in the dangerous habit of thinking to myself, and I mentally composed a really neat diary entry full of insights about free speech and censorship and all that cool stuff.
Then I fell asleep and promptly forgot the whole thing.
Which, when you think about it, is a good metaphor for my life lately.
How so?
I don't know. I can't remember. I had a good explanation, but it's gone.
I think it's in part some for of selective forgetfulness. I don't want to share, even with me, so I forget.
I think that's a load of crap.
Maybe. Who cares? Someone else has probably thought of it anyway, so it's documented.
Besides, anything I tried to be serious about would get mocked, and justifiably so.
Girls girls girls.
I don't really wanna end on that note. How about some fun quotations?
Lame.
You're right. The hell with it all.
Listen to Johnny Cash, because he is not only a genius, but he is more of a man in his earlobe than anyone here, including myself, will ever be.
And for once that's a good thing.
"Well you ask me if I'll forget my baby
I guess I will someday
I don'g like it but I guess things happen that way
You ask me if I'll get along
I guess I will some way
I don't like it but I guess things happen that way
God gave me that girl to lean on
Then he put me on my own
Heaven help me be a man and
Have the strength to stand alone
I don't like it but I guess things happen that way
You ask me if I'll miss her kisses
I guess I will every day
I don't like it but I guess things happen that way
You ask me if I'll find another
I don't know, I can't say
I don't like it but I guess things happen that way
God gave me that girl to lean on
Then he put me on my own
Heaven help me be a man and
Have the strength to stand alone
I don't like it but I guess things happen that way"
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