Late and tired again; Damn I'm slacking in my young/old age. Maybe just slacking in general; Anywho the day was uneventful to say the least. The other day I dropped by Goodwill to get some "Tyler" clothes. I found some great shit yet either the size was way fucking small or there was that Bum smell. Ugh, I gave up and went digging through the books. I scored a copy of Count Zero by William Gibson and Mostly Harless by Douglas Adams (both hardbacks) for a buck. I almost bought a copy of Michael Jackson's Thriller on vynle for a DJ friend of mine as a joke. But I just gave him the copy of Count Zero instead.
Fuck I was hoping for more compelling retoric today from myself. Yet fatigue tends to make my mind more shallow and aimless in it's cander. Maybe I'll have the energy to be more contemplative tomorrow; I would feel it be a change of pace from the useal "eat, sleep, & shit" schpeel.
Fuck I was hoping for more compelling retoric today from myself. Yet fatigue tends to make my mind more shallow and aimless in it's cander. Maybe I'll have the energy to be more contemplative tomorrow; I would feel it be a change of pace from the useal "eat, sleep, & shit" schpeel.