kevinconvoy

Its tuesday, but it doesn't feel like it. I feel odd today and I've had the lyrics of Sympothy for the Devil, and Devil comes down to Georgia in my head for the past few days.

I'm bored and ready to party somewhere, unfortunitly in J-town the pickings are few and far between.

quick addition, in the place where i work i am not surrounded by horribly rude people that current american law dictates that I am not allowed to hit with a baseball bat with a railroad spike through the end. Sigh, the good old days were good indeed.