Never mind the bollocks, here's springtime.
I gotta tell you, today easily could have been shit.
It's one thing to wake up feeling shitty and lethargic on a nice day. It's another thing to essentially get kicked out of the house in order for someone else to get their kicks when you're broke, without transport AND feeling like shit. Yeah, fucking terrible is what it is.
That being said, if such a thing hadn't happened, I would have gotten to have a lovely, lovely afternoon. I got to walk in the sunshine, I got to hang with a very dear friend, I got to see a middle-aged man in a cape, and I got to stare longingly at various girls' breasts. I came home with treatments for my hair, and the first season of the Henry Rollins Show on DVD. Still broke, but a little brighter, and a little less broken.
It's one thing to wake up feeling shitty and lethargic on a nice day. It's another thing to essentially get kicked out of the house in order for someone else to get their kicks when you're broke, without transport AND feeling like shit. Yeah, fucking terrible is what it is.
That being said, if such a thing hadn't happened, I would have gotten to have a lovely, lovely afternoon. I got to walk in the sunshine, I got to hang with a very dear friend, I got to see a middle-aged man in a cape, and I got to stare longingly at various girls' breasts. I came home with treatments for my hair, and the first season of the Henry Rollins Show on DVD. Still broke, but a little brighter, and a little less broken.