empty words, empty soul.

01.11.2002-3:43 a.m. feeling: The current mood of skettios777@yahoo.com at www.imood.com
Song of the Moment: Black Heart Procession - guess i'll forget you

talking to drunks over IM, showing off my HUGE new room...

i'm home.

i feel strangely ill at ease. some malaise comes over me the moment i step foot into ames, no matter how much i love it.

i hope megan comes soon. i'm lonely.

matt is drunk as hell and talking to me over IM...silly little boy.

had a fun day getting most of my shit moved, scuzzy helped me a lot, then we recruited vero and her ryan into helping, then mark came over to mooch pizza...all in all it took us almost 4 and a half hours just to move the loft.

fun fun fun.

holly, corwin, daoist, scuzzy, mark, and i went to perkins for a couple of hours. had a lot of fun, saw holly's engagement ring, (it's GORGEOUS), gave lots of hugs...a good time was had by all.

i'm still not finished moving, though.

gaaaaaaack.

must move yet more shit around trying to get this place in some semblance of order... ::sighs:: then, maybe, i can sleep.

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