I, not E
i have been thinking lately of how tiresome it is to hurry, hurry, always to hurry. i had never realized what a toll is demanded just to have it right now, this instant.
i miss some friends, some women, some women who are friends, that i haven't seen in some time. i'm concerned about one of them. i hope that she is alright.
i've decided to start being more original in this diary, and hence to stop using other people's lyrics as entry titles (except lyrics that are just too good to be true). did you know that many of the entry titles are lyrics? bonus points if you can point them all out.
i feel that i should update you on the "in like" saga, but i don't want to stand at this public access computer any longer. you will just have to wait.
i am done with this entry.