The motherfucking Ice Truck Killer* won't accept my myspace friend request.
Should I have accomplished something in my four five days off? Oops.
I did holiday-ize my apartment; my roommate cares about these things. It's neat.
I finally have my own webspace again, and the prettiest things in my head for it.
I haven't decided what I'll get myself for the holidays yet
(that $100 at IKEA yesterday didn't count).
It may be time for a vacation, what do you suggest?
If you send me your address, I'll send you a holiday card (unless I run out or hate you).
* oops, Killerrr.
Should I have accomplished something in my four five days off? Oops.
I did holiday-ize my apartment; my roommate cares about these things. It's neat.
I finally have my own webspace again, and the prettiest things in my head for it.
I haven't decided what I'll get myself for the holidays yet
(that $100 at IKEA yesterday didn't count).
It may be time for a vacation, what do you suggest?
If you send me your address, I'll send you a holiday card (unless I run out or hate you).
* oops, Killerrr.
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Do you know what that is?
A stack of fucking Christmas cards that I'm mailing out to people all over the continent, which took me about three hours to write. Only thing that would've made them more valuable is if I'd written them in my own blood.