trocar

trapped in a work-camp, yes that's me, now that my $300 car needs $900 worth of work i am now isolated in a sketchy set of portable buildinds with 504 other men...were i to be a patron of "the love that dare not mention its name"...well it would be jolly-jack-splendid. but that boys and girls simply isn't the case.

truly fucked...

i'm starting to question whether or not the fairer sex is not some wild fantasy of an imagination deviod of stimulus...well not really but i'm almost there and i do so love to bitch, so it's somewhat cathartic.

i wish i had more to give, but fighting off the vampires has almost drained me of sweet, sweet blood.