theshinobi

What is it about throwing away socks that depresses me so? Is it the intimate touch on my skin that it leaves on my psyche? The personal connection between man and cloth? So many memories we've shared as I wore you out in my stank-ass vans and combat boots. And now, the possibilities of making new fond memories have been cut short. You will warm The Truant's feet in the cold of night no longer. Shall I hold a special place for you in my dark heart? Will we meet again some day with you reincarnated as a stylish beanie to be worn on my oddly shaped cranium? Or is this the end?
Nice knowin ya...

(Can you hum the entire theme song to Airwolf? I can)

So I forgot to say a thing or two about my new digital camera the other day. I noticed that,
1. I need to install software via compact disc in order to upload pictures from the camera.
and 2. In the anticipation, I totally forgot that this computer no longer has a functioning cd drive. As in its tray has been ripped out, ghetto-hatred style.
So The Truant forgets things sometimes, so what. I'm in no rush to put my mug on the net anyway. I've got nothing to fuckin prove. It IS a pretty neat piece of equipment though. Should provide a bit of entertainment. Also, SLC Punk is crazy.

Sink, you fool!