I just wanted to let whoever thinks I knew that I didn’t know that this blog was visible to everyone and instead wanted to use it as a handy-dandy on-line journal as I am too lazy to hold a pen and write on paper. Also, I am feeling a little unwell as Gerard Way would say: "I’m not o-fucking-kay", so please take that into consideration before sending me a nasty message or something cryptic that’s sure to make me even sicker.
My Chemical Romance again? How strange and more than a little embarassing. I am in love with Gerard Way. I’m coming down from Bloc Party. Russell Lissack is so beautiful. Interior and exterior. Isn’t it lovely when that happens? Hopelessly bored at work, listless and lethargic in general…so much to talk about but no one around. I wonder if things happened if they just stay in my head…I need to have proof. I worry about Gordy Moakes. He seems to have a number of lacerations on his arm and is increasingly thin. My encounter with him was superficial…not what I wanted. Well, I guess this is my first entry. Awkward. It’s very dangerous to live life honestly. You can get hurt at any time.
