"Without Regard For a Broken Heart; It's Another Year"
It's six hours from 2008. First of all, that alone is so weird to say. Write. Whatever. I want my fucking jet pack. Someone owes me a flying car. Plans for tonight consist of the Zeros at the Hyatt Regency at Crown Center.
No, I did not get a price break on the tickets.
Plans for 2008 include:
-Not fucking things up like I did this year.
-Finishing my screenplay and attempting to produce it.
-Making my new apartment liveable and actually mine.
-Learning to play the gorram guitar that is sitting across the room.
-Completing the Great Reorganization. And keeping up with it.
There's more. I'll add later.
No, I did not get a price break on the tickets.
Plans for 2008 include:
-Not fucking things up like I did this year.
-Finishing my screenplay and attempting to produce it.
-Making my new apartment liveable and actually mine.
-Learning to play the gorram guitar that is sitting across the room.
-Completing the Great Reorganization. And keeping up with it.
There's more. I'll add later.