the bad thing about sundays is that there's never anything going on. and goddamn it, the video store was closed.
ive been noticing lately that i really dont like cops.
god damn today is boring
mistersatan:
PIPE DOWN
out of nowhere, a great opportunity to do the kind of thing ive been wanting to do forever has presented itself. from total apathy to fucking thrilled in five minutes.
nic:
So... give us some details!
mistersatan:
Yeah, male escorts get picked up pretty quickly down there, I hear.
its funny how sometimes the worst news in the world isn't entirely unexpected. and how people try so hard to change sometimes, but really stay the same person. just with a slightly better fashion sense or something.
and then sometimes youll just fuck up and fuck up and fuck up and it doesnt really matter at all, and sometimes really helps in the long run.
and then sometimes youll just fuck up and fuck up and fuck up and it doesnt really matter at all, and sometimes really helps in the long run.
the season is just barely beginning to change. its noticably darker in the morning when i get up for work. i want fall to get here because its rad, and it will mean the end of this retardedly hot summer.
disappearhere:
SPIKEY CAT PENIS!!!!!
toward the second half of work today i got this nagging feeling that i really wanted to go home. the slowness of business wasnt helping this much either, but i did haul as cleaning up so that i could get out in record fucking time. now that im home i dont know what all the fuss was about.
clara:
That sounds familiar.
thunbs down to that
mistersatan:
Thumbs up your butt, pal!
clara:
What Satan said. Yeah!
im simultaneously bored but not. its kind of weird.
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i got the most awesome sketchbook yesterday. fake wood is the best.