waxangel

Percocet is your friend. And any friend of yours is a friend of mine.

Things are, well, interesting of late. Not that I'm going to go into any of it here, because those of you who should know about my life already do, and the rest of you are only attracted to me by my awesome sense of mystery and intrigue, thus, once you find out how excruciatingly mundane my life really is, well, I'm tossed aside like last week's fried rice. Suffice to say, I look forward to see what happens next. And, of course, having said that, what happens next will now be compelled to be just awful. So it goes.

I have an awesome new shirt that I am actually not going to wear today, for the first time in 5 days. Ask freyja for the pictures. And badger her to send them to me already.

This is already the longest journal entry I have made in months.

I swear penny is naked in this week's New Yorker. With this in mind, I will be buying stock in their parent company right away before you all rush to the newsstands and hoard every copy in sight. It's also a double issue, which means you get to stare at it for TWO (count 'em) weeks, instead of the usual measly one.

Haha, opiates make me virtually verbose. Cheers.