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:: 7.16.2003 ::

Today I learned that I am able to utterly change my mood, attitude, and outlook on life with no external stimuli whatsoever. I was working on cutting out presentation boards, just minding my own business, when these thoughts start going through my head. I don't think it is really prudent to specify exactly what they were - suffice to say they involved the person I have been thinking alot about lately - if you're down, you know. Anyway, I was having a really good day and then I start thinking all these bad thoughts and I get into a little bad mood. And the thoughts keep getting worse and worse - it's like they were building on themselves. Nothing tangible, mind you - there may or may not even be any basis of truth in these thoughts, I just keep thinking about worse and worse situations. And it was like, whether they were true or not, I was buying into them and simply making myself angry. And I looked at the clock and a total of, like, forty seconds had gone by and my mood had flipped 180 degrees. Then I figured out what I was doing, so I tried to undo it - failed. "Try not-thinking about a pink elephant for the next 30 seconds" - you can't do it. So I couldn't turn my mood around. Morning ruined. Thanks a mil - getting your ass canned: it's the gift that just keeps on giving.

Fortunately, the afternoon went a lot smoother.

Before I go: The best version of "Pink Triangle" can be heard on no CD, vinyl, or .mp3. Only on my phone.

"When I think I've found a good old-fashioned girl, then she puts me in my place..."
:: Freddy F. at 11:38 PM [+] ::
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