Wednesday, September 19, 2001
Been thinking deep thoughts today.
Last week some of my *friends* decided to do an 'intervention' on me. They decided in their infinite wisdom, that I game too much. Never mind that the same people that Care so deeply about me, and want only what's best for me game more than I ever could. But since it's not Larp they feel justified in their malice.
This is not the first time that so-called friends have done something to me that gives me pause.
Too often I find myself Performing rather than Being.
I haven't spoken to any of them since Thursday, what is there to say? It's obvious to me that they don't consider me a full adult in charge of my own life, since they had to tell me how to live it.
Or maybe I'm just too sensitive and need to get the fuck over it.
I went to my friend's site again, and downloaded a song, it's called *Angeles* but when Elliot Smith sings it, it sounds like Angelas, and as my name is Angela I really like it. Growing up with the only song that had my name in it being *Angie* by the Rolling Stones (a truly fucked up depressing song), I can truly approve of a song that doesn't make me want to jump off a bridge.
So anyway, I only had the song title and had to do a search to find out who wrote it, and lucky me it only took about 5 minutes (I am that good thank you) so then it's off to WinMx to find more by this fellow. I have *Cupid's Trick* now, and am trying to get *Say Yes*
Good shit, yes indeedy.
During the day, the TV is off, no radio plays, no music, nothing.
The silence wraps around me like a smothering blanket
It's warm, but confining
I don't wanna move, but I know if I stay I will die.
Okay that's enough 20something angst poetry, I will stop now.
Transcribed in accordance
with the Prophecy by:
Angela at
5:29 PM
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