February 2002 - 02/18/2002
1st - the recyclable were not picked up even though schedule is slated for today.
2nd - work was a battle or ridiculousness even though it was super dead since the markets were closed.
3rd - I fucking hate cops. Yes that's the first time I've ever spelt out fucking - oh and look, the second.
On a twisted positive note I now know where I stand with 'the door'. Yea me. As I said to myself earlier 'The rips are now visible, now let the healing begin.'
What a fucking day. I HATE COPS! HATE THEM! I'm going to go to class now and sing a song about love. Ah yes how nice huh. It's called -- Fallin' -- and goes a little like this...
I'm afraid to fly,
and I don't know why
I'm jealous of the people
who are not afraid to die.
It's just that I recall,
back when I was small,
someone promised that they'd catch me,
then they let me fall; and now I'm fallin',
fallen fast again.
Why do I always take a fall
when I fall in love.
Just gets ya right there doesn't it. ))sigh((...<- meaning -> out