Sep 19, 2006 14:57
Recently a character on a favorite television drama of mine stated that the worst part about having a near-death experience was how familiar it all felt.
Woah.
I'm not doing too much with my life but working. My legs are becoming less shapely due to my participation in lunch, dinner, and bar restaurant rushes. I am still automobile-less and in debt about four thousand dollars if you count my unrelated medical bills. I still piss blood every once in a while. I still have essentially no friends except my new fancy kittenesque room mate Jeanne Buzzell, whose car matches her nose. I am still fantasizing about men with breasts and fucking men in the ass. I am considering jewel heist to take my mind off all the life I've gotten myself into.
It's time to take harder drugs.