I sit here in the 7th street cafe, a collage thing. Not shure why I had to leave. But I have some general ideas...they are just starting to formulate in my head. Watching angie parade around the house naked dosn't help my state of mind. I don't want her. But the phisical stuff still resides. I don't need that. The other problem, is jess. She has become such a bitch lately. I think she should be killed. Or, at least something of the like. She is becoming way to much of a problem/security risk. She calls up, and I get stuck with the phone. I ask her what I can do for her, and then when she asks for don, and I have explicit instructions not to let don to talk to her, from don, she starts yelling, and questingion my heratage. At this I *CLICK*. The most sencible way to stop the argument from continuining. it is the simplest. Saddly enough, I'm not shure if that happend tonnite, or last night...time has no meaning to me. well, not actualy none, but very little. I wonder if those freaks have finished thier phone call yet. They where annoying. Lound, and reppetitive. I heard it said today that hell is reppatition. Heh...repatition is not bad, if it's done right. Life is repatition. Not just my life, but everybody's life...all wraped up into one...It's fucked up.