i never thought you'd be a junkie because heroin is so passé

don't you love saturday nights?

i don't. i used to. not really. what day is it?

i'm blogging on a saturday night. fucking sue me. bring it on. wax on wax off. gloves off. just like the old days.

today was a bomb. a big, blackened, home-levelling bomb. air sucked, backdraft colored ceilings. but it's okay coz nobody knows i'm here.

august 20? are you fucking kidding me?

jesus, when does this end...