2005-01-01 - 2:53 a.m.
Let my thoughts be like basmati, aroboli, whole wheat, jasmine. Let my thoughts be solid like rice, and take precedence over what I can't control. let my thoughts be my reality in 2005. Junk to all the factors I can't control, my thoughts are going to be totally bread-like in '05. Taking over and taking surveys.
My forehead is numb. Paper is precedence.