bully

autumn's come on like a bully you can see striding toward you from across the schoolyard. quick change. quick plotting. quick decisions. long-term is out the window. forget the big picture. nothing matters any longer. nothing counts.

grisly weekend, set about dismantling the Fortress of Solitude. what can i take? what can't i leave behind? if it were up to me, i'd toss most of it; but my life is not my own, is it? rico promised me things would be different, but rico lies. isn't that right... joey?

monday can go fuck itself today. i mean, really.