Bete.

Très bête

An actual translation is stupide, but I've always been told it's bete. I could be wrong. Aujourd’hui, vieillir n’est plus une fatalité.

Carmene Dell Orefice died at the age of 78. I don't know why I was fascinated with her white face stuff.

In much more shallow ponds, I still feel bad for Jennifer Anniston. When the Rachel was in vogue, I worshipped the Phoebe. When the bloodsucker Angelinieaieieiaie Jolie became the hotness, I dumped her for common sense.

Now, I find myself wishing I could just talk to Jennifer. You know, not stalkerazzi talk, but like regular folks over a beer or something. But of course, I know enough from my brief brushes with famous people that they are all crocked to the highest degree. They are neeeeeeeeedy.

And thus suspends my use of vowels. (Except for Sarah Vowell, who I would use like a dishrag). Even the douchbags at NPR are on a total star trip. I sat...

No surprise here, lithium ads have cropped up on my journal.

A couple of weeks until I am unemlpoyed. D has been great but I'm not so sure what I will do.

I sent a query to a place I've applied, the place where I was assured I would get a job.

All I hear is meds. Get meds. Eat meds.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ncvx8...layer_embedded

http://www.videocodezone.com/videos/...ck_parade.html

I'm keeping it in a trunk for junk, bought from a punk.

That's the way it is! You move, someone grabs your junk and makes way with it.

OK, lately I've gotten into some really depressive music. I feel good that I'm moving with the times. Had it been my youth I'd be listening to the Little River Band and Lonesome Loser, or J Geils, hoping to see the centerfold.

I feel like a real patsy right now, Evancesence is really helping me out, even though they are total mainstream poprockgothsad.

Amy Lee can really pull out some soulfull stuff. I am so happy to rest in this right now, I don't where to go. It hurts to think about anything outside D, Ben, and Me in every direction. I don't know why.

I don't know why this is, I always thought all I would need is D, but having new friends who betray you really hurts. We had a discussion about inviting people over for pasta, but I didn't. I don't want to reach out again to these...

I don't know what to say. I am very happy with D and love her like nothing else.

I feel bad. I feel betrayed. And I'm just a dude on the periphreal. This another relationship I am not affiliated with.

I can't tell you how many times I've felt bad enough to cry. I guess I'm a pussy.

How could anybody do this? Goddamn fucking liar asshole. I've lost a friend and I hope he gets a bad disease and dies very quickly. A truck, as I've mentioned before would be a good remedy to this sitution.

The absolute great thing about D and me is that we don't need anything to be happy. A box, some pez, and we're good. We don't even need the pez.

But I feel like I am suspended in a sea of hate, I don't know where shore is and I don't know if I have the stamina. I hope I do, and I'm really, really unhappy.

No funny pics, no vids.

We were building a friendship with a couple (A&C) who has had a bad dissention. Not with us, with each other. The hubby has apparently had several affairs.

I'm heartbroken. A just had her first child and it is so obviously C's kid. What a monster. How could anybody ask for a divorce with the shadow of their baby in the background?

Arg. There's so much there it's impossible to cover.

You. Fucking. Bastard. I hate you. Cheaters everywhere, don't you think every man wants strange? But that intangible keeps us close, keeps us honest and true. I would never risk what I have for some odd encounter.

G-damn effing ahole. We were forging a friendship, but I can't bridge this. Nothing can make me bridge this. I don't care if she was beating you with a radioactive railroad tie. Jesus Christ, how fucking important is your dick that it needs a port? The funny thing is that he has a kid from a previous...