pc illin
July 24, 2004 � 4:33 p.m.

First Entry Today

Today's Weather: Crabby and hungry

Damn it!!! I miss my damn computer!!!

Funny how when I had it at home, I was rarely on the damn thing, but now that I don't have it, I WANT to be on it!! I stare at the blank monitor and get all sad when I think of all the things I COULD be doing on the computer and the folks I could be chatting with (though I never really do).

Of course, inspiration has been clubbing me over the head, but I want to type it not write it, so it's lost as soon as it comes.

I hate not having my computer. I have to try to speed type here because I have a time constraint on this site, so I can only skim everyone's diaries and try to choose who I REALLY want to read against those that I just like reading, which sucks. I'm bout ready to club this guy if he doesn't hurry up and fix my baby and give her back to me!! I need my PC damn it!!

I don't have love, don't have sex....can't I have one fucking escape, please?!?!

*sigh*

Nothing new here...Jenny sent a redundant reply email saying she missed me and wants me to call her.

Please. How many times must we go through THAT shit?

Cowboy still hasn't given me my shit back and I'm ready to just go over there and spray the house with a fucking m16. Fucking bitch.

Work is...work. Haven't wanted to kill anyone this week.

Sylvie kept falling out of gear on the way in. Please oh please don't let the transmission go!!! I SO can not afford that right now!! Then again...when can I ever afford it?

Trixie cat is showing her ass and seems to me to be begging to get thrown in a shelter. Yes...she is pissing me off that bad. Then again, I'm coming down from PMS, so we'll give her another week.

I have to go see the Queen tomorrow. Great. One day off and I have to drive way down there to be bored and do laundry and drive all the way home in a car slipping in and out of gear.

As I have mentioned, I did see Swiz. And I did fuck him. And I DIDN'T freak him out and make him go forever. Seems like the more I try to freak him out and make him leave, the harder he holds on to me. No wonder I keep confusing it with love. I miss him all the time.

Fuck me for being the tin man.

I want my computer back.

Somehow I got it into my mind that getting it back will make my life get back to normal.

As if I ever knew what that was.