he was a bastard in life, thus a bastard in death.
bah, I'm hungry, and there's nothing to eat in this house. me and my mom decided the one thing we have in common is: we hate each other, and that 'It's my fault my clothes don't fit right' a.k.a- she think's I'm fat. the summer is plowing on uselessly, but I would rather waste away in my room than ever step foot back in Serra Cath once more. I haven't talked to phil since tuesday or monday- I can't remember which, and Sex, drugs, and cocopuffs isn't nearly as satisfying a book as I thought it would be- perhaps only for the reason that it practicly ceneters around the fact of how non-satisfying everything is. Prozac nation was however, just what I needed last night after the realisation of the end of I <3 the 90s set in. Hal Sparks in going to be on celebrity black jack on monday at 10. This is clearly going to be one of the highlights of my week.