Fools Rush In

i started writing an entry that made no sense. i'm going to blame it on the hour or the drinks at the bar.

you know those times when you stop to look at your life and you aren't sure what to keep going and what to stop? those times have been all too frequent for me lately and i know that a decision is looming near but i couldn't tell you what it is.

it's like when your car begins to make noises. you become scared that it won't start. you don't know what the problem is but you can damn well sense that it is there.

i hate to be philosophical at this hour but something is wrong. i'm not sure what needs to be fixed but i need to change it...

i was daydreaming today and wished that i could take my friends with me somewhere for a bit. all expenses paid. somewhere silly like disneyland and just kick back and forget that we work for "giant corp". forget that we have to get up in the morning...

and most importantly... forget that we write stupid posts in our online diaries late at night when we should either be driving home or sleeping.