So this is live journal...
...not so fucking tough now, are ya? I worked until 4, went home to the fungeon andt tried to take a nap. I failed at doing so. I ended up playing The Thing on PS2 and renting Jean-Luc Goddard's A Band of Outsiders, which ruled. I just ate a bag of salt and vinegar chips and feel disgusting because I've been sitting in this greasy hole of an apartment. It's hot and dirty and grimy. It really is like living in the orifice of some disgusting animal that loves to piss me off, like a retarded dog who LOVES to piss on the carpet and smells like fart.