Pervert: Or The Story of The Little Girl Who Liked Women: Or The Road To Joy: Or Palomba Finally Flips His Lid: Or Oh Fuck It Here's The Entry

"No one's sure how all of this got started, but we're gonna make them god damn certain how it's gonna end." - Bright Eyes, The Road To Joy

"Perfection is wasted on me..." - Palomba

"I like her lips. And she's got great hair. Sometimes in the morning she has it up in a pony-tail, and then I see her later in the day and she's letting it hang down. I wonder then if she's been fucking. I would ask her if she's been fucking but that might be rude. I'd ask her if she'd like to fuck, but that would definitely be rude." - T.O. Hob, On Urges

"Even though this story is that of a woman who had to seek professional help, it is largely typical." - How Feminine Psychology Works, from The Pictorial Medical Guide (c.1955)

I think all the days are catching up to me and I might just be ready to fall apart.

I worked about 19 hours on Friday on only an hour and a half of sleep. It left me dazed and with only three hours to go before work on Saturday I think I spent the middle hours in a wandering state. My head just wasn't there. And somehow my computer paid for it. I clicked the wrong button to close down a window and ended up with a nasty virus. I've been trying to shake it ever since. On top of that I've been kind of sick.

I've got a bad idea running through my head and I can't seem to shake that either. It sounds like such a good god damn idea but somehow I think everyone (myself included) would be better off if I just forgot about it. It could be so great though...it's tough to fight the good ones, but necessary sometimes.

The Phantom of the Opera comes out on DVD tomorrow. I will most definitely be buying it, and since I've got the twitches and can feel that feeling of impending doom I might just need it.

I'm getting the picture I'm slightly broken, but don't know what to do to fix it.

I spent Saturday afternoon (in between work of course) helping Crago move (five god damn flights of stairs you fucker) and then I bought my cousins dinner and moved some more furniture. It was the best day I've had in a really long time.

I spent Sunday working...and sleeping...and working.

And then more strangeness.

I woke up this morning feeling fantastic. I had that feeling you have when you dream really great dreams but can't remember what they were about. It's just a good feeling, a great feeling, a feeling so irrational that nothing rational can get you down.

I like it.

I hope it lasts a bit.

"I don't want my light to guide me. I just want to leave little bits of it everywhere I go, like better men before me, so that everyone else can see where I've been and follow along the way." -Palomba