. . .
Update forthcoming, tomorrow morning. Hold your breath...
...While jerking off. It makes it better.
Heeeeiiiiiiiii-yaaah!
What?
[ Now playing on the Severe Trauma Sounds... Viet Nam by The Minutemen from Double Nickels On The Dime ]
Oh boy. That autoerotic asphyxiation. What a hoot that is. Michael Hutchence, R.I.P., hero of mine. (Best news story evar.)
Anyway, outwardly I'm a nice, pleasant youngish man. (At least, I'd like to think so.) Inwardly, I think I'm a rather sick fuck. Seriously, I've had quite a few thoughts come through my noodle that have frankly made me question my sanity. But these are just thoughts. I don't act on any of them, thankfully, else I'd probably be writing this from San Quentin.
But that wouldn't be all bad. Though I'd opt for Corcoran because then I might be able to say hello to Charlie.
Where oh where do I find people who are smart and perverted? I don't know where to advertise for this. Perhaps Alt.com? But so many people on there seem really ditzy.
Enough of all that for now, though. Today was nonstop work from dawn to dusk, so that pretty much blew, but tomorrow should be a good deal lighter.
So, I wish something interesting would happen, but not too interesting. And I suppose I'd define "too interesting" as, say, living in Gaza. Thing is, I need to make something interesting happen, but this job of mine takes up far too much time for me to really be able to do that. Everything just seems so... safe... sometimes.
I know basically anything can happen at anytime, but it so rarely does. Perhaps I need to get out of this town and go live in NYC or SF. Someplace where shit gets weird a lot more often.
But NYC and SF can get cold as fuck, and I hate that. I like the heat much, much more, which made Phoenix alright when I lived there. Phoenix was interesting. I'd go back if it weren't for some particular memories which would make that place very hard to live in again.
Alas, I have to get back to the intense toil of slave labor once again. Back to work.
Anyone have a nice little SMG they'd be willing to bring to shoot up this place a little and make today a bit more... interesting?
[ Now playing on the Severe Trauma Sounds... Geography II by Front 242 from Backcatalogue ]
Update forthcoming, tomorrow morning. Hold your breath...
...While jerking off. It makes it better.
Heeeeiiiiiiiii-yaaah!
What?
[ Now playing on the Severe Trauma Sounds... Viet Nam by The Minutemen from Double Nickels On The Dime ]
Oh boy. That autoerotic asphyxiation. What a hoot that is. Michael Hutchence, R.I.P., hero of mine. (Best news story evar.)
Anyway, outwardly I'm a nice, pleasant youngish man. (At least, I'd like to think so.) Inwardly, I think I'm a rather sick fuck. Seriously, I've had quite a few thoughts come through my noodle that have frankly made me question my sanity. But these are just thoughts. I don't act on any of them, thankfully, else I'd probably be writing this from San Quentin.
But that wouldn't be all bad. Though I'd opt for Corcoran because then I might be able to say hello to Charlie.
Where oh where do I find people who are smart and perverted? I don't know where to advertise for this. Perhaps Alt.com? But so many people on there seem really ditzy.
Enough of all that for now, though. Today was nonstop work from dawn to dusk, so that pretty much blew, but tomorrow should be a good deal lighter.
So, I wish something interesting would happen, but not too interesting. And I suppose I'd define "too interesting" as, say, living in Gaza. Thing is, I need to make something interesting happen, but this job of mine takes up far too much time for me to really be able to do that. Everything just seems so... safe... sometimes.
I know basically anything can happen at anytime, but it so rarely does. Perhaps I need to get out of this town and go live in NYC or SF. Someplace where shit gets weird a lot more often.
But NYC and SF can get cold as fuck, and I hate that. I like the heat much, much more, which made Phoenix alright when I lived there. Phoenix was interesting. I'd go back if it weren't for some particular memories which would make that place very hard to live in again.
Alas, I have to get back to the intense toil of slave labor once again. Back to work.
Anyone have a nice little SMG they'd be willing to bring to shoot up this place a little and make today a bit more... interesting?
[ Now playing on the Severe Trauma Sounds... Geography II by Front 242 from Backcatalogue ]