Listening to: Postal Service
And with my silence brings a lesson to us all, that with no release of the inner do the outer senses fail to reach potential.
And after that, I really have nothing to say. Besides the fact that I think we did really well at coffeehouse last night. It was nothing short of a miracle that nobody dropped anything. Everyone else did really well too, I am once again flabergasted that the school has so many talents sewn into the the seams.
And for such a lovely crime I'll do the time.
I hate when I commit acts of personal treason that violate the most basic of my constitutional feelings and then realise too late the casualties i've caused. I love being vague so stick with me here. But it's amazing how easy evil penetrates my frontline and makes ally out of enemy.
.Steve
Those last lines got to me...I know exactly what you mean, and how you feel. i just recently cuffed myself before the crime was committed. I wonder what's morally worse; crimes of the law, or crimes of emotions?
-J
your diary feels really zen to me. Thank you, for that moment of equanimity..heh.