a superstar but he didn't get far

granted, not everything sucks, but a vast majority of it does. my anonymous friend's life is subjective, as is mine through this person's eyes. i'm not in this person's head during the times when nothing is being said but the thoughts that occupy it. neither are you in mine. we all expect different things out of life because of our upbringings. whatever happened to you during your first couple decades of life was dramatically different than mine. maybe because of how you were brought up, you are perfectly content with your days, however i am not. i'm always looking for more than day in and day out, and i'm amazed when i find it, however rare it is. and by no means am i ungrateful for the things i have. i do have it much better than most, but i guess its just that spark that is missing. anyways, i'm glad your life is so good that a complaint here and there doesn't seem to escape you. sometimes we build up so much bad/sad/negative crap that we will explode because we never let it out. well, i think it helps me to let it out, so if its a crime for me to open up and complain about life, then oh well. if you don't like it, don't read the posts. moving on since that took up the majority of what i'll be writing tonight, i saw fahrenheit 9/11. how do you say, BEST PICTURE AT THE OSCARS?!?!? unbelievable. now, all my conservative friends need to come out and see this movie. didn't even have to drag kim out. she went very willing and i think now she is set on not voting on the village idiot again for re-election. either way, the movie is great. shed many tears and laughed a ton. warning though, lots of info to take in. if you have trouble watching cnn for more than 5 minutes, this is not for you. a must buy when it comes out on dvd. attempted to go dancing today at the mall, but some freak of nature people were there and were dancing like they've been doing it their whole goth, trench coat mafian life. lyndsie asked me a few weeks ago if i cry when i listen to my music. the answer is no, however, yesterday was an exception. i was listening to gladys knight and the pips' song 'midnight train to georgia' and i really got teary-eyed. when is someone gonna sing that song to me? it was so perfect. basically my life in an metaphoric nutshell (not that the nutshell is metaphoric, that's obvious, but the song was metaphoric. was this explanation necessary?) well, i'm gone. remember, the left is right, the right is wrong, and the world is his, his and hers alone (someday).