:: 2003 29 October :: 10.37 am
:: Mood: i dont know

sick sad world
fires burning southern california down : smoke is killing june and me and everyone else : a friend that just moved here came home from the danse to a burning house : a young girl that i barely knew, but knew her well enough to talk to her died,in a fire, which i believe would be the worst way to go : havent heard from my [friend] phil in 3 days : there is NO ONE online to talk to : she is asleep, and i wish i was there with her, safe in each others arms : i remembered the time when a hot, drunk, 20 year old girl came on to me in a jacuzzi : the sun is glowing orange, so is the moon for that matter, and the smoke is thick like fog : i keep getting these random wiffs of air that smell like my friend brett, who got out of high school early and is now going to college : i have been very, *coughhornycough* : there's no school which is good, but its kinda of hard to enjoy it when you cant even go outside : i drank about 13 cups of tea yesterday : frogger is a fun game : i ordered some shoes out of an old peoples catologue : im starving, there isnt very much food in the house : i watched a movie about a pakistan kid that lived in london and opened up a laundrette with a gay punk rocker, they made out like mad : im missing june to death :: Our hearts are just strings to be pulled

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