i shouldn't worry so much, i really need to take a chill pill. i wish you would suck on my tongue. i'd really like that.

i spoke to my baby, and she was so wonderful, i hope i will see her again before one of us dies. thinking of her makes my eyes water and burn, i can't stand the thought of not seeing her...

my eyesight is going, it's another thing, i see in strobe sometimes...the nerves are coming undone...my life is turning into trashy songs i listened to in 1998.

we'll turn it around with a guitar. maybe.