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Saturday, October 14, 2006 @ 11:52 AM


I feel like a fugitive.

Every time that gate clicks open and I see my parents whisk away in the Merc, I lunge toward the running computer and grab the fucking mouse and type.

I need to blog.

My creative energy is clogged up inside of me, waiting to be let out. And every time I am forced to ignore it.

Writing is so passe.

I hate writing out my feelings, cos' mom or the shortpigfucker will somehow find it and read it.

Mom doesn't know how to use a blog, still.

Going somewhere next Friday. Maybe i'll snap lots of pictures and post em up here when I am finally free.

Who knows.

Anything's possible!!

(Read the title, and you'll know what's this post about. Ignore, please.)