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i know you take pride in being an individual, but could you, you know, roll down your pant legs? We need to look atleast a little professional, not like street people.
That's what J told me after i rolled my legs up when they got warm. It's not like this was the first time, but whatever.
I wanted to tell him to look around and get a little perspectiveif rolled up pant legs are the worst thing you see, i'll roll mine down.
Get some perspectivethis is what i tell Sammy every time he looks at me and sighs the way he sighs. Every time he makes a snide comment about what i'm wearing, how i look.
You're lucky i'm not the fucker with the purple liberty spikes and mascara.
If pink socks and rolled up pants is your guff, you got problems.
To half the kids o' my generation, i must look like Johnny Conformist; to the other half i'm just another freak. Anyone see how fucked this is?

You know the moment you remember you're holding whilst in the middle of a conversation with an officer? You know that feeling? I keep forgetting that reefer is illegal. I drive around with it, i switch pockets in plain sight, i smoke in my front yard. I forget. To me it's like a ciggy or something, i dunno.
So when i'm talking to a cop and i remember that reefer is illegal, that i have a bag in my unbuttoned breast pocket, that if i lean forward it'll fall out, that if he leans forward he'll see it, that if i button my pocket out of the blue, if i draw attention... i swear i smell a skunk, i start sweating.
Just go thru the arrest records, it's illegal to carry a LOOK-A-LIKE substance.

I heard the fakest laugh ever todayit sounded like the dude was just saying Ha-Ha-Ha! I swear to god.
That's my new laugh.

The new Rise Against album is growing on me.

I started thumbing back thru Diary by Palahnuik last night. I kept thinking about that Jung psycho analysis thing in there--the one where you pick a color, three adjectives, an animal, three adjectives, a body of water, three adjectives, imagine a plain white room, no doors or windows, three adjectives.
HOw you think of yourself, how you think of others, how you think of sex, and what you think of death.
Someone tried this on me a bit ago. I was thinking about that. About how i should have just played along to fuck with 'em. Shoulda woulda coulda, i suppose.
This is the shit i think about when i'm alone, trying to sleep. I go over conversations, shit i say, shit i should have said, things said to me.
Different/hidden meanings.
Am i reading too much into things?
What things would be different if i would have done this, said that.
Color? Green.
Adjectives? Deep, comforting, mellow.
Animal? Cat.
Adjectives? Lazy, jumpy, secretive.
Body of water? this one always gets to me. What constitutes a body of water? My first response to this question is "Puddle", but i dunno if that's a valid response.
Fuckit.
Body of water? Puddle.
Adjectives? Wet, refractive, stagnant. (ooh, how telling!)
White room, adjectives? Endless, finite, boring.
Everyone's forgotten what it's like to be alone. Secluded. Everyone needs constant stimulation, no one wants to be alone with themselves. They're afraid they might find something they dont like.
Everyone's afraid they might be wrongMost ignorance is willful.