  “each entry will have it's own agenda. an agenda with no agenda. if this one bummed you out then you definitely understand.
i want to forget about it [the apocalypse], i really do. and believe me i try to forget, but it's easier said than done.” –Fred Durst’s Xanga Site Of course a 30-something, balding asshole with no musical taste would have a Xanga weblog. Those ugly, disorganized journals were created for people who are incompetent. When I found his site, via The Onion AV Club, I was in shock.
I didn’t think Fred Durst knew how to read or write. Just when your gag reflex has recovered from his cover of that George Michael song, he’s got a new nausea- inducing outlet. Without further ado, I give you the mind of Fred Durst. -the days that seem like an eternity become so insignificant when looking at the big picture, but what is the big picture anyway? each person's picture is the size they feel it to be. predicting the future or assuming that a specific amount of time is in your future is ridiculous yet normal. making each day as important as the first seems to be the key. i lose my keys a lot. -what i want right now is to be touched.
i am very sensitive when it comes to touch and smell. -could it be the same again or was that a moment in time that will live forever in a place inside my mind where my most precious treasures are kept? -it's like the demons of doubt are nocturnal and have their favorite spots to hang out, like inside of me. they mostly never exist in the day. -there is a place inside of me that i want to go whenever i possibly can, but when i go there i feel so sad in a happy way that i get lost inside the feeling and want everything i do to feel like this.
-i only want it to last forever. is that too much to ask? is it?!!!!!!! fucking is it?!!!!!!!! -you are one. no one will equal to your one. no one. no one is equal. everyone is superior to everyone. Affectionately… Anna 
