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munkysaurus (profile) wrote,
on 8-27-2003 at 6:49pm
Music: Finch - New Beginningss
Subject: A vessel of soulless, inside-out sandwiches...
Dear Mr. J,

Well, what is there to say. I never have anything fun to say anymore, besides shit that doesn't make sense. Come to think of it, have I ever said anything fun?

Chris (Step-mom) is a total bitch. I don't know why I didn't see it before, or maybe I just neglected too. She has the most subtle hints of my mom in her, that just make me cringe. Maybe it's just mom's. I don't fucking know.

I've been working on my art as of lately. I drew this really funny comic strip about a sun who wakes up and has trouble lighting a cigarette. Heh, eh... Plus another project called "M.I.N.E.", that I feel is going to bomb. I need more formal training, which I doubt I'll ever get. Is there such thing as an apprenticeship in America?

Work isn't so bad, no, no, not so bad at all. I'm warming up to the people, and actually had a somewhat intellectual conversation with one of my co-workers. It was mostly him doing the talking, with little exchange, but at least I know he's smart.

I've been having this weird feeling like I should be in school for some reason. I try to emulate school a little bit by doing research on whatever pops up. Like, oh, extinct trees of nordic countries. Stupid shit like that. I'd like to think that I don't have school-envy, but I do. I guess I'm just in routine shock or something.

blah, blah, I'm done.
Til the morrow,
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