"____?____ rots your brain"
i was going to write an entry tonight-- not because i really had anything to say, but, well, i do still exist-- but i visited my brother's room to get music to listen to instead . . and then i got on a thematic-playlist kick . . . and i've sat here downloading and watching my brother's gta vice cinematics for considerably longer than i intended. it's like summer or high school or similarly unstructured times. wow, jonathan, you, um, shot him. great.
what did i do today? i compiled probably the only playlist ever to feature NIN and madonna back to back. i did math problems for fun. i watched way too much t.v, talked to giggly friends of my sister's, and reentered the snake pit that is negotiating with my parents.
wow. now i'm giving advice on the relative merits of semiautomatic weaponry. someone get me out of here?
what did i do today? i compiled probably the only playlist ever to feature NIN and madonna back to back. i did math problems for fun. i watched way too much t.v, talked to giggly friends of my sister's, and reentered the snake pit that is negotiating with my parents.
wow. now i'm giving advice on the relative merits of semiautomatic weaponry. someone get me out of here?