April 02, 2002 :: 4:56 p.m.
the yiddish radio isn't helping
Hi. I feel like writing here, but I have nothing to say.
It was gorgeous out today. I felt very out of place.
I hate feeling like this. I need to just suck it up and get the fuck over it. Over what? Over everything. Over my fucking self.
Easier said than done.
edited at 6:08 p.m. I just fed the stray kitty that's been hanging around our porch. He was meowing and he's so pretty; I can't help it. I'm a complete softie with animals. I'd feel like a heartless bastard if I didn't feed him. Mer. I'll be very dangerous once I have a place of my own. I'll take in every stray that so much as walks past my door.
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