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Wednesday, May 23, 2001

Hmmm.....been a few days since my last entry and ironically enough, the last time I posted was the last time I was over at my friend Rand's using his computer and internet connection. (see a connection?)

The week in short? Some people think FAR too highly of their own opinions (but are actually so insecure they have to insult people in moments of weakness to "better" themself), some people are actually decent and have wonderfully shown support and honest caring, the job market is getting slimmer and slimmer, my sister has FAR more issues then me, and in short, being alone is very lonely.

Hmm...that sums it I think.

The details are annoying drawn out and since I've spent the last hour and change just reading up on the forums I frequent I don't really have time to write it out. The good thing I want to quickly report though is that I have a second interview (via phone since she's in another part of the state) with the very interesting company I was at last week. Yeah! If I get this, then my money problems should be resolvable within a few checks. And believe me, with things getting to this level of sheer monetary desperation, that would be a lifesaver.

I'll try to write an update after my interview (especially if I have some good news!) but if I don't, please don't hate me, I've just had an extreme case of non-motivation about life in general. Getting out of bed has been hard and writing this post is brutal. I just can't think cohesivly enough to get it done. (so, sorry if it's a bit odd)

Only one other thing I want to add...I was listening to the City of Angels soundtrack today and realized for the first time in months how much the one song, "Iris" by the GooGooDolls is truly the song for my Love and I...as such, I had to post it.


And I'd give up forever to touch you,
'Cause I know that you'd feel me somehow,

You're the closest to heaven that I'd ever be,
and I don't want to go home right now.
And all I can taste is this moment,
and all I can breathe is your life,
and sooner or later is over,
I just don't want to miss you tonight.

And I don't want the world to see me,
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand,
when everything's made to be broken,
I just want you to know who i am.

And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming,
Or the moment of truth in your lies,
When everything feels like the movies,
Yeah you bleed to know you're alive.

And I don't want the world to see me,
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand,
When everything's made to be broken,
I just want you to know who I am.
I just want you to know who I am...

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