Not sad.

I have good friends. My friend Jerson at work is like a big brother, and so's my friend jimmy, same place. I feel supported, like I'm enjoyed. I got my doubts about both at times. I don't necessarily like people very much. But these bastards are making me look forward to being around them. Grr. This could be the end of my misanthropy. Goodbye, cruel aloneitude.

Well. That was pleasant. I got a lot of bad shit out of my system today, I wrote three poems. Lord, I'm prolific when I'm angry or sad. And today was a real purgative. It was like lancing something.

I go to this pub for lunch every couple of days in downtown brooklyn. There's an absolutely ravishing looking hostess there. She has brown blonde streaked hair...generally, I'd say too thin for me, but her smile's just....*shivers* She's really cool. I like going in there and talking to her. Maybe I'm hitting on her, but I don't intend it. She's really nice to me, and we actually chat. I don't know her name or anything. I should ask.

I'm thinking about going up to buffalo to go see friends this weekend, just get away from new york. This place gets really toxic. So, I may hop on jetblue and go see peoples.

Holla at me dawg.

YEah, I always wanted to say that.

*flips on some iggy stooge*

Yeah. This is how I'm ending tonite.