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"i would not read this journal. nope. too much bullshit between the good parts. it comes and goes. going through every entry is going to suck no matter what i've written about. i had started at the beginning, may 2000, but there was a lot of poetry i've already got. so i decided to start with this year. i bitch about my birthday every year. jesus. before my parents started adopting, birthdays were a very big deal, especially mine. it spoiled me for life, i guess. i put courtney love on first thing this morning. learned not to do that to doc. i was just in that mood. i've got her on right now. ooh, i have the speakers hooked up to this computer now, i can listen to the Pink catalogue i recently re-aquired. but right now i'm in the mood for ms. love's drunken sounding musical rants. i thought her last CD was brilliant. \"there are pills when i'm born, there are pills when i'm dead, there are pills that make me forget what i said . . .\" i don't even know the name of that song. i don't know the names of any of the songs on this CD, come to think of it. that's what i get for buying a CD instead of downloading it."
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