ericboy's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ANGER The day of my alleged independence is encroaching and I think that this entire time I've been merely deluding myself. The imperative of a day job is now an impending priority. Life and death and all that shit. If I don't get something soon, I'll never be able to afford some type of place to stay. Not to mention that I need the extra income to pay off my old debts so that I can accrue some credit. All the singer-songwriters in San Diego, the male ones, anyway, sound the same. Their voices are in the upward range and nasally. I don't much like it. I don't much like anything these days. Except my anger. 9:51 p.m. - 2003-09-20 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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