Eh

Jun 21, 2005 18:56

Rich wanna riot.

I figure that since I've essentially turned this journal into an outpost in the uninhabitated wilderness of my realm, I may as well as come in and restock occasionally. This is of course no interest to you, my half-blind reader (we do ratings, so you count for half a point) so I'll tell you anyway.

I'm at Wilm. Library, destorying the keyboard with my latest spread of pretentious bullshit. I haven't gotten some for a couple of months. A joint would be greatly appreciated. My hair isn't dreadlocked yet. I might end up playing football at the Div I level in a year or two. I haven't gotten sued by any of you for slander and libel - sure the ACLU sighs merrily so - so my pants still have their pockets. And I don't feel like writing this thing, so I'll simply let it flounder and go back to my life. Well, so much for the window on the Gay Paree of the mind.

Laters, y'all.
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