you bring the butter, i'll bring the gun.

as i said before - you don't know i exist unless you're angry at me.

i'd said the long post a couple days ago was the last ov my vitriol on the subject; it was supposed to be just that. i thought we'd cleared the air and you could at least see me now. but you walked past me a dozen times and looked right through me until i said something you didn't like.

all i wanted to say was hello. maybe a how are you doing. just some simple communication. i do want to talk to you; we just don't seem to speak the same language.

and to repeat: you never even told me about the fireworks.

my E.S.P. came in this afternoon! is only 300, though. which i actually rather expected, looking over how they figured amounts. i'd been secretly hoping for the full 600. i guess evryone's right; i am too negative; the government put money in my account, and my first thought is 'damn, that's all?'

those are our only methods ov communication anymore. i hate it.

the more tightly i hold love, the more it slips away.

~i could've had it all
but i let it slip, let it slip away~
-mike vanportfleet, 'slip away'

d'you know what you can do with your happiness? you can...you know what? fuck it. nothing i can do can make things any better, and it's all too easy to make them worse. i fucking hate this. you have all these ideas about who you think i am. and the worst part is that most ov them are right. i fucking HATE that. i am so goddamn sick ov the constant reminders that people are much happier without me than with me. and everyone says essentially the same thing: change. if it was THAT FUCKING EASY i'd've fucking DONE IT BY NOW. failing is not the same thing as not trying. if anyone has any useful suggestions, they would be appreciated. but stop telling me there's something wrong with me if you don't know how to make it right.

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Thinking - The Silent Disease*

It started out innocently enough. I began to think at parties now and then -- just to loosen up. Inevitably, though, one thought led to another, and soon I was more than just a social thinker. I began to think alone -- "to relax," I told myself -- but I knew it wasn't true. Thinking became more and more important to me, and finally I was thinking all the time.

That was when things began to sour at home. One evening, I turned off the TV and asked my wife about the meaning of life. She spent that night at her mother's.

I began to think on the job. I knew that thinking and employment don't mix, but I couldn't help myself.

I began to avoid friends at lunchtime so I could read Thoreau, Muir, Confucius, and Kafka. I would return to the office dizzied and confused, asking, "What is it exactly we are doing here?"

One day, the boss called me in. He said, "Listen, I like you, and it hurts me to say this, but your thinking has become a real problem. If you don't stop thinking on the job, you'll have to find another job."

This gave me a lot to think about.

I came home early after my conversation with the boss. "Honey," I confessed, "I've been thinking..."

"I know you've been thinking," she said, "and I want a divorce!"

"But Honey, surely it's not that serious."

"It is serious," she said, lower lip aquiver. "You think as much as a college professor and college professors don't make any money, so if you keep on thinking, we won't have any money!"

"That's a faulty syllogism," I said impatiently.

She exploded in tears of rage and frustration, but I was in no mood to deal with the emotional drama.

"I'm going to the library," I snarled as I stomped out the door. I headed for the library, in the mood for some Nietzsche. I roared into the parking lot with a social reportage on the radio and ran up to the big glass doors. They didn't open. The library was closed.

To this day, I believe that a Higher Power was looking out for me that night. Leaning on the unfeeling glass, whimpering for Zarathustra, a poster caught my eye: "Friend, is heavy thinking ruining your life?" it asked. You probably recognize that line. It comes from the standard Thinkers Anonymous poster. This is why I am what I am today: a recovering thinker. I never miss a TA meeting. At each meeting we watch a non-educational video; last week it was /Porky's/. Then we share experiences about how we avoided thinking since the last meeting.

I still have my job, and things are a lot better at home. Life just seemed...easier, somehow, as soon as I stopped thinking. The road to recovery is now nearly complete for me.

Today I took the final step. I joined the Republican Party.

go here for teh free download: http://theslip.nin.com
they seem to be backed up, though, because i still haven't gotten my download link. the lead single ('discipline') is pretty good, though.

having said that, many things are not free, such as elctricity, food, and khate albums. therefore, i want my ESP! srsly, though, i realise that one view is that i don't get to be all antsy about it since i didn't technically earn the money, but the simple fact is that it would come in extremely handy right about now.

a fair bit ov cleaning was done this weekend. in a strange way, i almost enjoyed it.

i'm still afire.

the conversation we just had makes what i was goïng to put here pointless and melodramatic. but i still want to use the quote i had in mind.

~i am still inside here
a little bit comes bleeding through
i wish this could've been any other way
but i just don't know what else i can do~
-trent reznor, ｢every day is exactly the same｣

shit. i'm falling apart. contemplation ov the probable future is not doïng good things to me. memory (such as it is) is at the same time a respite and a exacerbater.

and no, it doesn't help to reflect on the knowledge that i've brought this on myself.

the real problem with beïng condemned to eternally roll a stone up a hill is that eventually it crushes you. i am the stone, the hill, and the pusher, all at once. and yes, by now i'm getting a bit silly. apparently, not even this much misery can make me completely serious. i guess that's good to know.

wish me luck, if by some odd chance i've got any left.

*hugs*

you keep saying you know i hate you. not only do i not hate you, i get the distinct impression that it's the other way around.

...you never even told me about the fireworks.

just because it's burnt itself out doesn't mean it's stopped burning.

and a quote:

~he says: 'i miss the way you looked at me'
she say: 'i'm sorry but i don't agree'
he says: is that the way this has to be?'
she says: what happened to our symmetry?'
-Freezepop, 'he says she says'

people have said that i'd rather be right than happy. it's a moot point. i'm neither.

most people seem to be able to balance friends, lover(s), and money. i don't seem to be able to hold on to any ov the above.

i don't even know which ov us i'm cryïng for anymore, i suppose i should just say myself, since everyöne thinks that's all i care about anyway. but it's not that fucking simple.

make me believe. please, please, make me believe.

i think i've figured out why i'm angry so much ov the time. you only know i'm alive when i'm angry. otherwise, i may as well not even exist.

so we remember different things. i'll keep my memories to myself, though. i think sharing them would count as a feeble attempt at manipulation. just as long as you know they're there.

i know i always do this to myself. but noöne ever believes or realises that if i knew how to stop, i would. if i knew any other way to fucking do this, i would.

and i think i know why, contrary to all expectations, i've slept well for the past two nights: i used to enjoy beïng awake, so i subconsciously rebelled against sleep. lately, i fucking hate beïng awake; sleep is the only thing that feels halfway decent.

for extra credit, discuss the semantic differences between 'solitude' and 'loneliness'. provide examples ov each.

...i miss you.

I have never loved anything I've understood.

i just got this from a humourous article i'm reading called 'i also dated zarathustra'. humour aside, i really like that phrase. it suits me well. i think i'll wear it for a while.
to continue.

It's a love that is like loneliness.

yesterday ended up sucking just as much as i thought it would. maybe more. hopefully today will be different, but i forgot my stone this morning.

i deserve this.

i was wrong about one thing, though: i slept quite well last night. i really don't know why.

i hope i'm right in not believing in reïncarnation; one trip through this shitstorm is more than enough.
i'm not tired, but i want to go back to bed couch. i want to sleep until everything is somehow okay. that could be a while.

every word ov this is true--but that doesn't mean any ov it will be believed.

i loved you.

last week was a shitty week, my weekend was okay, and now it looks like it's goïng to be another shitty week; at least, we're not exactly off to a stellar start. i will sum it up the way i sum up most things these days: fuck it. and i'm goïng to steal some lines from a song i like that keeps getting stuck in my head lately.

~blow out the candles on all my frankensteins
at least my deathwish will come true
tastes like valentine's and we cry, you're like a birthday
i should've picked the photograph it lasted longer than you~
-marilyn manson, 'putting holes in happiness'

i'd say i hope you had fun, but i'd be lyïng. and, contrary to popular belief, i don't do that*

*not often, anyway.

things arrived. i bought stuff to make pet food, and made it. i've had rather a lot ov tea today. overall, it's been a good day.

marley too. we were more or less expecting him too, though. still, i'm getting tired ov this, and it makes me a little paranoid.

on a more positive note, i have a laptop now. it's running vista, but i'll live.

the vincent kitty left us last night; he apparently had cancer and didn't bother to tell us until he could barely walk. we'll miss him; if he's anywhere at all, i hope he's someplace comfortable.

Extroversion results were low which suggests you are very reclusive, quiet, unassertive, and private.
Neuroticism results were high which suggests you are very worrying, insecure, emotional, and anxious.
Psychoticism results were high which suggests you are overly selfish, uncooperative, and difficult at the expense too often of the well being of others.

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okay, all dones!

~Hope is cultivated by living with purpose. When every day is spent working towards something you believe in, hope is the natural byproduct. Just as thinking like a cynic leads to negative expectations for the future, taking action to improve (the world, yourself, etc) creates hope.

How could it not? By living with purpose, you become the positive change you expect to see, and that makes all the difference.

Living with purpose isn’t easy, but it’s possible for everyone. I’m not naive enough to believe that for everyone there is some perfect job or that everyone who isn’t happy should quit their jobs today in search of purpose. The search for purpose will always involve compromise. But if the way you spend the majority of your time opposes your core values, you will always feel emptiness.~

does anyöne actually believe this crap?

side note: i wish i could.

i'm goïng to fucking scream.