Spent the WHOLE day at work. I figured my sexy guy would be in so I put on an amazing pair of pants and whenever I saw him I made sure I was walking the other way so he could see my fantastic rump. He looked so damn good. Haha, I'm turning into a headcase. I'm the nut John, not you! I'm pretty tired right about now, but I think I'm going out for dinner with Mads (see a couple of entries past). I'm keep forgetting to borrow The Sims from Linz to burn it... Remind me of that next time I see her! I better not go to an unemployment agency in these pants, I could start some trouble! Anyways, I'm too tired to write anything sensible.

"No, I'll lay half-empty, half-finished, half-written to my end. I'll leave the lights on, just in case you want to be found again. To the dead-I wrote you countless letters dear, only some I sent. How easy it was for silence to say some of the loudest things... to speak so effortlessly, the words and syllables that can crush in an instant. To our end- to the dear departed, are you my last chance... or the first chapter in the greatest fable ever told.." -Converge