quasi_sean

Sat. nite and I'm so bereft of original ideas, I'm smoking way too many cigarettes, I cannot decide if I'm hungry or not, I have beer in the fridge that I feel six seconds away from drinking if only I could raise my ass from this seat and make my way in a languid Sat. shuffle to the fridge...maybe I'll order thin-crust pizza w/mushrooms but then I would have to put off my drinking for another hour or so which would coincide (pretty closely) w/SNL, and I think Britney Spears is the musical guest so my brother better hurry up and get home, otherwise I'll have to see that look on his face...oh, you all know that look...the same look a child has when they open all their presents on Christmas Day and discover they didn't get the one thing they REALLY wanted...yeah, that look. So, he better hurry.
I can't get pizza...I don't have enough cash on me, and I'm not going in search of an ATM...fuck that. Maybe Ruffles and Ketchup. Mmm....

I'm so ready for Gothika.
and the rise of the bacon.