I can help you cross your... porch?
Monday, December 21, 2009
life is a fucking party
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Okay this is a major piss off, i'm working another weekend, and perhaps the subsequent 10 weekends as well, and my gig? Burnt. 6 weekends? Burnt.
Does anyone happen to be on the same diet that i am? The one called Desperation which includes a platter of emotional exhaustion and sleep deprivation. Christmas must be a total fucking party, like my job,
An Art of Douche.
4:31 PM
frivolous (pre)occupation
the effect of a drip of milk into the coffee
dissipate from whiteness into translucency
spiral and turn weightlessly
amongst its density
what an aesthetic waste of time
wherein the luxury of which i do not have
3:48 PM
whores in my head whore at the door whore in my bed
Monday, December 14, 2009
chained
/command: esc
1:23 AM
Your head will collapse If there's nothing in it
Sunday, December 13, 2009
wherein both the video and song is fucking amazing
12:20 PM
Computers have their own jokes
Wednesday, December 09, 2009
Copying 26 items from Tic Tac to Folder /C:Cyn
19567 days and 10 hours remaining...
Ha-ha-ha, you and your html jokes sometimes
1:22 PM
and everybody else along the corridors perhaps
Tuesday, December 01, 2009
on remembering; it's the one you call at 5am (who picks up) that matters
Sunday, November 29, 2009
I understand the need to remove germs and pests from the cupboard but, Mum... 34 moth tablets?! Is repelling. Opening the cupboard doors in the mornings these days are a challenge, the scent, i don't even know what to call it, it's so overwhelming, i want to just fall over and die. This is not an exaggeration, this is that equivalent to opening doors to a room where 10 carnivorous man farted for 30 seconds straight and WHOOSH you smell that? Yeah, enjoy it. I love you mum.
11:02 PM
