the emptiness stings.

I'm still tying down the basics of this whole situation. I have a feeling I'm going to enjoy, and be too dependent on this thing.

I live for the weekends really, but nights like this ( even when I don't get to go on my usual walk with company ) just simply saving AIM conversations makes it all a worthwhile, late night.

I came across this guy's hosted site, and his stuff is just simply awesome. I need to find a camera that takes pictures with such clarity (yes, I understand that it's the 'person' taking the picture, but so many cameras make shitty developments, I fiend off that crystal-clear clarity.)

Check his work out here (http://interrupt.hampshire.edu/austin/index.html)



I suppose I might as well also document and let this out unto the world. Today was day one. Day one, of fasting, with twenty-nine days behind it, of pure water, and if I can ever find it, 100% pure juice. I must say, even I don't think I can do this, as of now, my stomach is dying. I went to atleast three stores today looking for 100 % juice ( with no sugar and such ) but I simply just don't think it is on this planet.

As of late, I've finalized about most of the birthday gifts for the spawning in twenty-seven days. I hope the gifts I got, are enjoyed.

I totally forgot, tomorrow at 2 P.M., I start my first day at Nike. I'm slowly working myself into the system, from the bottom up.


Coming towards an end, I really can't stress enough how well Renee Heartfelts new tracks are. Everyone needs to get into them, the two haven't stopped the cadence since yesterday, honestly.

And finally, as of tonight it has been confirmed, Amber C. and I will be seeing Damian Marley in St Pete, on November 3rd. ( Five days prior to the spawning of my monster self. )



I'm trying to take control, I mean it is mine, right?