Subject: "It's been so long, since I've seen the sun..."

Mood: stupid
Music: John Frusciante's "I May Again Know John"

I'm 23 today. I was 22 yesterday. It's like the odometre flipped to 100,000, but the car's no different than it was when it was at 99,999. Just some kind of meaningless milestone. Heh. Milestone. Nobody cares after 21. I don't. I cried when I turned 22, but it doesn't matter anymore. Not like I can change it anyway.

Today, I found out I have a copy of John Frusciante's EP, this special edition CD with an awesome cover. It's been in my RHCP box all along, and I'd forgotten. So I looked at it and put it back.

I printed out a story for Justin to read. But, as I read it, I don't like the thought of giving it to him. Cause I told him it was the best thing I've ever written, and now it looks like swill. He should find out sooner or later that his writer friend's an idiot.

- deej

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