third entry

i always have great things to say and then i get here and theyre gone.
i need a personal assistant who i can dictate to when i have something to say.

the thing is, there's no real point writing here. there are only three people sad enough to read any of it. no offence to you three. and anything i say here is bound to have been said in a conversation between us.

lol "pigeons look funny because they have no arms". i said this to yen once. it's true tho. sure, the wings come out of the shoulder-bits, but still. just thought we should reminisce, yen.
ah, the good old days at windsor station.

crap, i keep pressing ctrl-s at the end of every line, and it saves and publishes the log. what a bitch.
ha, i said bitch in my blog.

why is it that when people have a blog they think that every stupid thought in their heads are worth reading? what an abuse of their loyal readers.