Wish I had the volition to write up another clever, insightful journal entry, but I'm just too damn tired. On that note, it's about time to get some cash, hit downtown, catch the Hate Bombs, and have a bombastic time.
Maybe later, in a drunken daze, I'll post up a poem or something. Or freewrite on my latest cultural critique.
Maybe later, in a drunken daze, I'll post up a poem or something. Or freewrite on my latest cultural critique.