Chica-chic ahhhh

Listening to: Postal Service
And with my silence brings a lesson to us all, that with no release of the inner do the outer senses fail to reach potential. And after that, I really have nothing to say. Besides the fact that I think we did really well at coffeehouse last night. It was nothing short of a miracle that nobody dropped anything. Everyone else did really well too, I am once again flabergasted that the school has so many talents sewn into the the seams. And for such a lovely crime I'll do the time. I hate when I commit acts of personal treason that violate the most basic of my constitutional feelings and then realise too late the casualties i've caused. I love being vague so stick with me here. But it's amazing how easy evil penetrates my frontline and makes ally out of enemy. .Steve
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Those last lines got to me...I know exactly what you mean, and how you feel. i just recently cuffed myself before the crime was committed. I wonder what's morally worse; crimes of the law, or crimes of emotions?

-J
your diary feels really zen to me. Thank you, for that moment of equanimity..heh.