February 23, 2004

I hate it when I get this manic

I'm talkingtalkingtalking, writingwritiingwriting, and when you do this in a vaccum disguised as your living room couch through a medium that begs conversation, that would be blogging, well then maybe you--or I as we say in group--maybe I am expecting 3,000 people to answer the 3,000 words pouring from my head into what I perceive to be this bustling metropolis of a blogcity, when really, the fact is, when it comes right down to it, to the nitty gritty I mean, I can hear a pin fucking drop around here.


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