pantsonfire

i'm so uninspired right now. cereal for breakfast today called "life" and i eat a bowl and i feel dead inside.

i usually eat eggs, but there's no desire to walk 150ft down to the blue water cafe. ooh, there's a hot jailbait waitress with the high-volume dark hair and hot topic sensibilities! not even that can make me put on clothes and leave this place. i could make eggs here, but i don't like a mess and cooking on a hotplate sucks dick.

so i'll have another bowl of life. the milk expires today so i might as well use it all.