well, at least there's cinnamon toast crunch.
woo-hoo!!! show tonite. on the rise. d'oh!!! too much drama from the baby's mama. ugh.
happiness is out there. sitting somewhere just waiting to be clubbed over the head and dragged back to my cave.
boredom is never it's own cure
new year's. i guess i won't be getting laid... again
joy to the world over-indulgent capital waste is borne.
...uh... huh-huh huh-huh
too much sleep is worse than not enough
...dude
why is it that what i want the most is exactly what i can't have? if i didn't hate myself anymore, what would i do all the time? why do i feel humiliated when those who act in the name of their god try to make me feel loved? i really do hate myself.