a day in the life

...of someone else would be nice. i wonder if they would do drugs. what if they died the one day i occupied there body. would i die too? so yeah i'm pondering words as usual, thinking about the significance of taking this job opportunity before me (Nielsen Media Research). I feel the need to cry a lot lately. I feel emotional investment in every passer-by. Is this the soul of an artist. I need to purge, so purge, i will.

I spoke to my first love about a week ago. She told me she was mad at me. See, she's getting married next year, but not to me. Apparently, the "idea" of us is still fresh in her mind and for this reason I doubt I will be able to go to the wedding, although I want to. I mean she was the one for a long time. Granted we were young, but the feelings were real. I still care about her deeply, even though I hadn't spoken to her in more than a year. Her call was unexpected but needed. She is ok and that makes me feel good.

I've felt for a long time now that 24 hours is just not enough time. nope. not enough at all.

maybe the person's body i would inhabit would have a job. i could make money and smuggle it back to my hands in my own body, then i would have money. yeah, that could work. i think.?