Duh.

I've been thinking way too much about writing. Or to put it another way, I'm thinking way too much about doing stuff in the present. I do nothing if I think alot. But I'm always serious about trying to finish things along. Yes, I've said it before in other entries. I'm a lazy fucking basterd. I don't do much trying to finish goals I set for myself in imaginary land in my head. I get to look at the present which im in and say, fuck I didn't finish that last sentence I wrote-on a story I did-in my head. A fake story.

Well, I don't care about that now. All I want to do right now is just listen to music, maybe read if I can concentrate quickly, or play games that I downloaded on my computer. That's basically what I end up doing, playing games with my time and my life. This and whacking off to porn, good stuff ;-)

My day goes well when I don't have anything important to finish. But I feel guilty when I don't do anything at all. Then it goes downhill from there...