really, freedom? pfft. wake up. it doesn't exist. but let's not get into that this early in the morning. i still have a fully medicated/sedated head to nurse. deep thinking makes me pukey right now.
i spent an entire hour ranting about hedonism in livejournal. most of that hour was spent either retyping typos or spazzing out momentarily but nobody really needed to know that thanks to the backspace key and that certain aloofness of online blogging. you know what depresses me? the self censorship that occurs unconsciously when one is writing. because someone might be reading what you write, you'll never come all out with your deepest darkest secrets. people might shun you, so you hide things. you don't like being ugly afterall.
anyway! i'm all better and all rearing to go. uh... right after i take that shower, that is.
by the way, money will not buy you cool. you're all just in fucking denial.
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