many people ask me why i stay up so late all the time. ok actually nobody does. but i've noticed something.

watching all your friends eventually fade away. every day. every night. some say bye, some don't. one by one they all go to bed. and leave me alone.

i feel like its a lot like that when we get old. we watch our friends die one by one.

call me morbid, but every day i watch my friends die off one by one.

and still i have my little headphones on, listening to my little mp3s. reading, writing, listening. typing. thats what i do late a night every day.



i wish you could actually write handwriting for blogs. you can tell a lot from a person's handwriting. you can tell a lot from a person's anything. every thing they choose from their car to their clothes. from their toothbrush to their lunchmeat.

what i think your handwriting says about you. 3 things are simple. try on yourself. your "I" is, the greater part of you, the outside. the lower part of your tails of "y" and "g", your subliminal. letter spacing, and space inside loops of your letters, your relationships with other people. its called graphology.

for instance, the loop that makes my capital "I" tends to be close at times, suggesting a strong relationship with my parents. maybe thats just when i think of them. other times the loop can be very stretched apart.

my words hardly lean to the left or right. suggesting a strong will. true.


by the way, one night i was taken to a strip club. the white rhino or something. thats when i heard this song you're hearing now. a "nice" girl was doing her thing to this song, and i knew she had to have picked it for the dj to play, and i knew something deeper was there. i mean cmon, its depeche mode. so i went home and downloaded it. tried to feel what she felt.

and sure enough, i felt like i had to give someone a lapdance.