ok 549 pages later, still no end in sight
i’m giving up. i tried. for days.
new duds + 2 tall-ass shots of tequila = feeling...
now off to the dirty projecta’s show. then the strip clubb no doubt with those goofs. catch us at the magic garden round 1am
284 pages of backtumbling, and still going.
my computer’s been in the shop for a week. the innanet waits for no man.
Dejected by the futility of his tedious life, bitter small-town resident Bill...