Friday, December 30, 2011
Settle down, homie.
I'm sure I deserved it, but writer's block, here, in comments, on paper that none shall ever see, still? Is this because I lifted my pen from work, I lift all my pens from work, they're quite nice & not runny like my mucus-infused schnoz, though this Lepidoptera-flush stomack is the real scalawag, no, 'tis not due this time to the artes magicae of that, that's not my fault, that, some things are beyond control's skeletal grasp.
No, I don't use pens to comment, would only ruin this first world widescreen, I know that's tired, you gadget whores. I'm tired. Of a lot. Check that dramatic break, & I didn't even go to screenwriter camp.
See you soon, probably, for another 365 days of the same old crap, because what the hell else am I gonna do waiting for the lazy apocalypse to stop being lazy?