This is my first journal entry. Unfortunately, I don't have much to say really. Every song I try to write ends up sounding like a Patti Smith tribute, I have $12 in late fees at the library for videos I never even watched, I found out that the manager of my next apartment won't allow bicycles (so how the hell am I supposed to get around in a college town?), I'm not sure if my car will get me all the way to Atlanta for the Ex-Girl concert at the Echo Lounge, all my friends have boyfriends, therefore I am now disposable, every time I go out at night I am surrounded by all these "goth" fuckers who are so depressed that it's fashionable, I'm trying to write a script for this short film contest, but it sounds like an after-school special with cheesy dialogue, and I'm afraid that Ralph fucking Nader is going to elect good ol' dubya once again.
