somebody, help
god, why am i so intense? can't i learn how to bleedin' be chill? probably, not.
i am the reclusive entrepreneur. i look like shit this week. feel ok though, apart from this intenstiy.
now, my social range is very limited at the moment. it always has been in a way, since i am a shy little boy who doesn't like talking to people that don't relate. but, since what i am up to at the moment is more pre production, and i can't be forwarding about ideas, the people i talk to regularly are very few. my best friend, is you, powerbook. without you, i am nothing. if you were human and female, i would probably buy you flowers every day to show appreciation.
ideas are intense, thoughts are intense, pretty much the whole time i'm awake. i am now back to not remembering what i dreamt of, at all. i bet it's some bambi like fairly tale that i never thought i'd imagine. or something kinky, i don't know, cos i don't remember any of it. i think, i think, i think, i note them down, tell people about it, get feedback, get inspuried, think, think, think, look, look, look, note, write, think, eat, read, think, think, think, east and then collapse to sleep. i am in countdown now.
steve jobs, please, please, please introduce the world's first "plug in". i will be a guinea pig. my mind is not that dirty, so i won't mind other people seeing it that much.
i have been looking at my stars just out of curiosity. i am what they refer to as a cancer. i am apparently moody. it feels good to be reminded that. now i can excuse myself for being moody, because i am a cancer.
good night, though it is 7:15am. tokyo time.