all things pass, a sunny look into the year ahead
a new year dawns before me, like a sweaty whore hanging off the edge of my bed, legs akimbo. am i going to make the most of this year? will time prove that my true "coming into my own" will be in this foul year of our lord 2000 and 6? probably not. but with any luck i'll escape this icy prison by the shore for the slightly more fertile pastures to the south. it seems more evident every sunrise that this city holds a few things for me: quality friends, dollar beer night, and some smooth parking lots to skate in. beyond that it's failed me in most other areas, including financial gain, nightlife, and seriously, where the white wimmins at?(funfact #345-a the establishment accepts women of all races and creed, but if you're a devout follower of any god, i'll probably seem more trouble than i'm worth, what with the constant repenting for having been in my presence, etc.)
mumbling manic mumbo jumbo makes up most of my memoirs, but mainly my menacing morning wood brings you all around the table like galahad. there you have it. a state of the union address the likes of which could never be conceived by the waterheads ruining our lives in washington. don't get me started on that tirade.
mumbling manic mumbo jumbo makes up most of my memoirs, but mainly my menacing morning wood brings you all around the table like galahad. there you have it. a state of the union address the likes of which could never be conceived by the waterheads ruining our lives in washington. don't get me started on that tirade.