Speakin' To Me, Baby

everyday is a struggle
between what i want to say
and what i should keep to myself

and the words that manage to leave my lips
don't hurt me
but they hurt everyone else

so i find myself in need of a part
i'm not sure why, but i think that it's because
of this desire to be what others want me to be
which is nothing close to me...

mitch hedburg died.
and what's more... he died at a time where people considered it could very well be a joke (you april fools
maybe that was his last hurrah.
suck.

why did you have to do drugs, dumbass?
maybe you wouldn't have been as funny:

"I bought a doughnut and they gave me a receipt for the donut...
I don't need a receipt for the donut -
I give you money and you give me the donut, end of transaction.
We don't need to bring ink and paper into this.
I can't imagine a scenario that I would have to prove that I bought a donut,
to some skeptical friend,
Don't even act like I didn't buy a donut,
I've got the documentation right here...
Oh wait, it's in my file at home. ...Under 'D.'"


sorry. i felt the need to make you feel really sad, then laugh a little bit.
all in the course of two minutes.

that's kind of how i felt after i saw the big blue stripe on the ept this evening...