28-feb-05 // 09:05

After the babbling bitching of the previous Rant, I figured I might bring this down a notch, and quit being such a cunt for a while. At least, just enough to spew something that isn�t a straight Rant. But then I figured, why? These things are called chrissyrants for a goddamn reason.

People. Oh, how I could rant on people. People individually, people as a collective. People who are meek, people who are bold, people who are hairy or smelly or bald.

I could rant on politics. Or life. I could rant about anything.

But the truth is, right now, I don�t want to rant at all. I�m fed up with ranting. Hey, I could rant on ranting! But I just don�t feel up to it right now. Or, today. Or, this week.

In October (2004), I went to the Doctor�s because, apparently, I was depressed. I had completely forgotten about this. I had ordered an appointment with some help group to attempt to cushion my emotions.

Right now, I can hardly bring myself to write. Quite clearly, I am still capable of creating this text � I am doing so right now. But I don�t even understand what I�m trying to say. I�m tired and don�t feel too good in my head and in my belly. People are being very noisy.