LET'S DO THIS

This is Arama They Didn't.
What the fuck is that?
Well it's ONTD_Political sans the politics and with 100% more weeaboo bullshit.
Arama, for those of you blessedly uninitiated in weeaboo bullshit, is the Japanese version of "oh dear!"
Quite why they used what I'd consider an obtuse interjection instead of the closer "ah" I don't know. I guess it's not different enough for my special snowflakes.
This was a really easy way to pick blogs, actually.
Instead of having to sift through a bunch of literally gay posts and shit I don't care about I just had to find one post about one of these hot Japanese chicks I do care about, find the comment that says "she isn't that hot" and in.
What kind of person doesn't think Namie Amuro is hot?
A land whale who is mad fucking jealous, that's who.
Considering how irrational these women are about pop stars they are surprisingly rational about Final Fantasy, of all things.
FFXIII-Versus got canceled (maybe) and precisely one person gives a shit.
Welcome.
OH NO ANOTHER MEDIOCRE FFXIII SEQUEL GOT CANCELED OH SHIT.

Today I went into town, already it's pretty packed with tourists. But that is fine, maybe they should be doing something more interesting that hanging about outside Poundland though? 

That's what Americans do. We go to other country's dollar stores.

I've been playing a lot of Russian (Soviet Union late 1940's-early 1950's era) 78 records at the moment.  I love the designs of the record sleeves, so pretty and the music is nice too.

COMMIE
COMMIE SCUM

I was reading some fashion blogs for ideas about consumerism for my university course, and found this statement "Hottest fashion tip from Japan 2012 - Acid wash denim"

Thank you, Japan.
Acid wash denim.
In 2012.
You know, Japan, it pains me as much as it pains you but the 80s are over.

Oh dear, I thought that style was so awful that it couldn't be revived!  But then again I saw stirruped leggings and batwing jumpers in shops this year.....and how many ladies swore the last time they went out of fashion NEVER AGAIN?? Each to their own, but I'm not a fan.  I wore acid wash dungarees as a child, well you have to wear what parents like/what's for sale.

The 80s are back.
Thank you Japan.
 I didn't read any of the other shit you said, incidentally.

Hmmm Japan in the 80's.  I love Chisato Moritaka!  Unlike most "idols" she actually wrote most of her songs as she progressed as well as playing drums, keyboard, bass and guitar, she's also famous because her management insured her legs for 1 billion yen, they sure are pretty though *__*.  One of the first Japanese artists I listened to, oh my I sound old.

Miki Matsubara.
See I can name obscure Japanese pop stars from the 80s too.

Now just a little rant about Apple.  I LOVE THEIR MACHINES.......and their OS too.  But charging £85 to ask a question about hardware? WUT?

Apple?
Overcharging?
Never.
Also I thought Apple computers were easy to use and "just worked".
Why is there an entire service for asking questions about it?
Shouldn't it just work?
Having to call someone up sounds pretty not "just working" to me.

To circumvent totally sneak around the issue I phoned their retail division pretending to ask about new machines, whilst bewailing the loss of my husband's laptop where the advisor inadvertently gave me a big hint of costs - £400-ish was his estimate for a full repair of the hard-drive and cables blah blah (which was the problem).

You are willing to pay
a thousand fucking dollars
to have some yahoo resolder some wires?
Apple, I have to hand it to you. You are geniuses.
Component cables?
No, man, hardwire that shit then we'll get the idiots coming and going when the join weakens.
Then make up some bullshit about how our machines are better and we'll brainwash them.
This is a genius idea.

Husband was very upset, so he sulked for 30 seconds and went to his big box of crap  electronics box and found our broken Playstation 3 which co-incidentally has the same type of hard-drive as a MacBook....and swapped them......IT WORKED AND IT WAS GOOD!  A quick click on Amazon and a new HDD will arrive by courier today at 4pm.  

...
Coincidentally uses the same hard drive--
because--
How--
how are you removing the hard drive from a laptop?
Something about this story isn't quite adding up.

I haven't been completely bedbound for more than a week for a long time now, but the daily annoyances of the illness are with me all the time.  The brainfog, the soreness, the emotional problems, sound/light sensitivity are there every day to some extent.  Some days are better than others, but after 20 years of this crap I know that I won't recover by myself.   

Typical woman, am I right?
Apparently she has some sort of brain condition.
I guess that goes a long way to explain the Livejournal.

I think my enthusiasm, non-stop squee and giggling is going to drive people nuts, but at least it makes them smile.

Sounds annoying as fuck.
Is this part of the brain condition too?
No, unfortunately, it's just part of being an annoying twat.
What a shame.
Well that's it for this blog as I am literally up to the first entry.
Guess it's time to play some Saints Row 3.

OH BOY

ANOTHER WEDNESDAY
ANOTHER SHITTY BLOG
Where'd I find this one?
Where else?
I guess I'll start this with the new grand tradition of commenting on the shitty ONTD_Political article I found this tripe from.

Though Chick-fil-A has come under considerable fire for its documented support of anti-gay Christian organizations, officials for the fast food chain have remained mostly tight-lipped about the controversy -- until now.

In a new interview with the Baptist Press, Chick-fil-A President Dan Cathy -- the son of company founder S. Truett Cathy -- addresses what the publication describes as his franchise's "support of the traditional family."

Cathy's somewhat glib response: "Well, guilty as charged."

He went on to note, "We are very much supportive of the family -- the biblical definition of the family unit.

Guilty as charged of selling shitty chicken strips, maybe.
I wish the Bible said something about the proper amount of breading you should put on a chicken strip because way to gyp me out of the best part.
It's not like it doesn't go on and on about other dietary restrictions and other nonsensical shit like space being filled with water and bats being birds so why the fuck not illuminate your poor followers with the proper amount of breading on a chicken strip?
At least Zeus deigned to teach his idiot followers how do properly cook a hamburger (no joke).

 We are a family-owned business, a family-led business, and we are married to our first wives. We give God thanks for that...we know that it might not be popular with everyone, but thank the Lord, we live in a country where we can share our values and operate on biblical principles.

McDonald's is still #1 and they operate on Machiavelli's principles.
Also I don't entirely see the problem. He said he supported traditional marriage, not that he hated gay people.
If you support gay people you're a hero but if you say "yeah and a man and a woman marrying marrying and having boring sex for the purpose of procreation is all right too" suddenly you're an asshole crusader Nazi.
Maybe he is an asshole crusader Nazi but from what I've read he's just donating to the causes he thinks are important.
Maybe I'm too tolerant but the same thing that makes me tolerant of gay pride parades also makes me tolerant of this.

Five years ago, I had already failed the Florida Bar Exam once.  Having taken it for the second time, I was awaiting the results with no small amount of anxiety.

I didn't want to make any big life changes before knowing the outcome of that all-important test, but life got the jump on me in the form of three beautiful fluffy kittens.  I drove to Jacksonville and brought them home one day before the results were due.  The joke was that even if I had failed yet again, having my kitties waiting at home would keep me from offing myself.

And for four hours the following day, I did think the worst.  The online score report said I had failed.  My work mentor took me a consolation lunch at a local sports bar, but while there, the breaking news came in about the Virginia Tech shooting.  Nothing like a report of seventeen college kids dead (and rising) to give you a little perspective!

Leave it to a lawyer to try to find the positive part of seventeen people getting fucking murdered.
Also how selfish is that?
WELL THEY MAY HAVE GOTTEN MURDERED--
I GUESS IT COULD BE WORSE THAT I DIDN'T PASS A TEST I CAN RETAKE.

Much hysteria and numerous phone calls and babbling and shrieking later (not just from me either - I wasn't the only who got my score that day) we determined there had been a glitch in the results.  I had passed.  I was a member of the Bar.  I had a law license.  I still had my job.  One of my colleagues referred to it as "emotional whiplash," and she wasn't wrong.

Hurray.
World saving woman here.
With her law degree.
Saving the world.
Doing the important work.

Between two particularly grueling years of practicing law (a small, understaffed, overloaded office) topped off with studying for and taking the Virginia Bar in February, I've been, shall we say, out of touch from most popular culture for quite a long stretch.  When I had a chance to read, I stuck to my dear old favorites, my easy books, my fanfic, for a relaxing sojourn away from the legal world.

Important work.
What a saint.

Mission:  See movie.  BUT FIRST... read those books!  I haven't been this titillated since Peter Jackson's glorious Fellowship began releasing tantalyzing TV spots in 2001 and led me to buy tickets to film and head for the bookstore to purchase... Harry Potter.

All right she may be a lawyer and a patron saint of sacrifice and patience but she doesn't know how to spell tantalize.
She's a lawyer, not God, after all.
Comes from Tantalus?
You know, the guy the gods punished for his hubris and being a sick fuck by banishing him to a cave for all eternity?
The cave has a pool of cool water and a tree with apples on it, but every time he reaches for an apple the branches move just out of reach and every time he goes to get a drink the water recedes out of his reach?
Probably one of my favorite myths in Greek mythology.
It's hard to pick, really.

After the Virginia Bar Exam, I am now reacquainting myself with the notion of "spare time" in the evenings by indulging in my more morbid interests - crime. 

...
Isn't that what being a lawyer is about?
Crime?
Hello?
So it began this morning at the stroke of midnight... when I went to bed after the night's Bar Exam studying (Virginia Corporations. Woo. Hoo.)
Corpos.
Let me tell you all you need to know about corporations:
they're all assholes. Just play them as hard as you can until you make the mad cash.
AKA the story of EVE Online.

No, no, I must not go down that mental road.  I psyched myself out in July 2006 - that's why I ended up having to retake the thing in February 2007.  I will not do that again.  Although I did freak a little when I first cracked the outline book on Wednesday, reminded again of just how damn much material needs to get studied.

Why is the law so complicated?
I think Judge Dredd had this shit pretty well in hand.
I AM
THE LAW
and then if someone disagrees with you you shoot him in the face with your grenade launching handgun.

The Bar-Taker User Manual

1. Your bar-taker is busy.
2. Your bar-taker does not want to talk to you.
3. Your bar-taker does not want to do housework. Do it for them.
4. Your bar-taker does not want to make you dinner.
5. Your bar-taker does not want to go out to dinner with you.
6. Make your bar-taker dinner. At their home.
7. Clean everything up after you make your bar-taker dinner.
8. Your bar-taker did not ask you how your day was because your bar-taker does not care. Get over it.
9. Don't ask your bar-taker how their day was. It sucked! Don't waste their time by making them tell you how much it sucked.
10. Stop calling your bar-taker. I told you already, they don't want to talk to you.
11. Don't try to teach your bar-taker anything new. They don't have room in their heads for anything but the rule against perpetuities. They will not listen to you. 
12. Your bar-taker does not want to go see a movie with you. Go by yourself and leave them alone so they can study.

This list goes on and on but I think maybe I'll just get new friends and leave the bar taker alone on a permanent basis.

Spouses and significant others, your bar-taker does not want to have sex with you.

Spouses and significant others, if your bar-taker does want to have sex with you, they will inform you of this fact. You should then be prepared to tender prompt and efficient performance. Then leave them alone.

It should go without saying but don't marry lawyers.
If this isn't sufficient proof for you (assuming you needed proof) then truly there is no hope for you.

Your bar-taker does not feel like bathing. Hold your nose and learn to live with it.

How about the bar-taker gets the fuck out of my house and finds herself a new method of supporting herself?

Your bar-taker has, in fact, degenerated into a subhuman creature whose sole purpose in life is learning the law. All semblance of compassion and human decency has been drained from their bodies. You are lucky they don't attack you and eat your brains.

Oh wow a lawyer with no compassion or sense of human decency.
Let me call the fucking press.

22. Don't like it? Might I offer a solution?
23. Be warned that by seeking the above solution, you will never get the chance to do this.

The first one linked to an article on divorce and the second one a picture of money.
Like I need your useless ass to make the mad cash.
I MAKE OVER MINIMUM WAGE AT MY SHITTY GROCERY STORE JOB.

Your bar-taker does NOT want to hear about how much is riding on this exam. Really, they don't. That's because they know. They spend hours stewing on how much is riding on it. Lecturing them about it has the potential result in decapitation-with-teeth, and be assured, any judge in the world would rule it Justifiable Homicide.  Remember, judges took the Bar too.

Any judge would rule it justifiable homicide because the pussy is too afraid to send someone to jail so he'd rather have criminals out murdering people.
Fucking useless assholes every single one of you. I can't believe this fucking article. Have you seen one of these about a medical licensure exam?
I sure fucking haven't and yet I've seen lawyers whining about this shit numerous times.

Getting sedated wasn't as bad as I feared it might be.  The oral surgeon, small-talking as we prepped me, asked if I had considered following in Mum's nursing footsteps.  "Are you kidding?" I said.  "I can't stand blood or needles!"  I couldn't even look when they put the IV in.

ARE YOU KIDDING?
DO SOMETHING USEFUL?

ME?
For any of my dear friends, relatives, casual acquaintances, fangirls, fanboys, fanbrats, and snarkaholics who read my LJ and are yourselves, like myself, currently engaged in the delightful and intricate dance of the job market, please do heed this one item of advice I have just discovered:

DO NOT READ CLASSIFIEDS AND WRITE COVER LETTERS AT 10:00 AT NIGHT!

You will be so antsy and stressed that you'll have no chance of getting any sleep for at least six hours. 

Well we're not all wonderfully useful like you so not everyone has great job prospects so I try not to let it bother me too much.
Good Christ this blog is boring.
Why did I pick this blog?
Oh right because I'm lazy and it was the first one I found that appeared suitable.
Ha, ha, oh me.

It wasn't easy to lose 18 pounds in 2007.  But somehow I at least managed to keep it going for a week at a time!

I'm an emotional eater - stress, frustration, boredom, you name it, it makes me crave stuff.  I don't eat until I feel physically full - I keep on eating until I feel "mentally full."

RRRRRR SO HUNGRY WHY CAN'T I STOP EATING

Dear World:

The United States of America, your quality supplier of the ideals of liberty and democracy, would like to apologize for its 2001-2008 service outage.

HAAAAAAAAAAAH.
Yes, the US invented the idea of liberty and democracy.
Athens?
What's that?
No, America totally invented freedom. The entire world was a police state before the US.
What? The pilgrims actually went to the US because Europe was too free and they had to move here so they could persecute others because the same rule that made Europe tolerant of Puritans also made them tolerant of Quakers and the like?
No idea what you're talking about.
USA! USA! USA!

The technical fault that led to this eight-year service interruption has been located. Replacement components were ordered Tuesday, November 4th, 2008, and have begun arriving. Early tests of the new equipment indicate that it is functioning correctly and we expect it to be fully operational by the end of January.

Yes, thank you for promoting peace, Obama.
Great use of UAVs, incidentally. I'm a huge, huge fan of mechanized warfare in gaming.
How's that peace medal working out?

We apologize for any inconvenience caused by the outage and we look forward to resuming full service -- and hopefully even improving it in the years to come. Thank you for your patience and understanding.

Very Truly Yours,

The USA

Yes, we're really sorry for the inconvenience of warfare.
So sorry about accidentally lighting your citizens on fire.
I promise it's hard to not catch women and children in the crossfire sometimes.
HEY, MOTHERFUCKERS.
WE INVENTED FREEDOM AND WE ARE GOING TO FREE THE FUCK OUT OF YOU EVEN IF WE HAVE TO KILL YOU TO DO IT.
Jesus Christ this blog.
Anyway I'm going to go do something else now.
Bye then.

MY BODY IS READY

Today we're taking our first uneasy steps into Tumblr territory.
Is Livejournal too high brow for you?
Maybe a little too masculine?
Well we have Tumblr here just for you, retard.
Anyway this blog actually came as a request--
because I'M FAMOUS ENOUGH TO GET REQUESTS FUCK YOU and here it is.
This is a return to one of my old favorites: poetry blogs.
Did you miss poetry blogs?
Aaaaah me neither.

I wanted to write something about her but
she’s so small then I thought men don’t measure things
by their absence,
she seems to have seen all 27 cracked and ordinary years of me
still laughs at my dumb jokes about old movies
three mocking birds worth of laughs while I pay for our booze
like I have many times before,
they said fuck you to all the saints with high heels and now she
touches my leg lightly and smiles at me like no one does, 

HOLY
SHIT BRO
WHAT THE FUCK
ARE YOU DOING
Poetry isn't actually sentences with random page breaks contrary to one of the first jokes I told about poetry on here.

for now I will just try to make her
laugh,
because graveyards are full of the boys who went for the
high heels and liquor, so rarely do they have
tombstones next to anyone important,
because graveyards are also full of boys like me,
I will die someday too,

amen,
plastic jesus candle lying upside down in my neighbor’s window,
hear my prayer,
“don’t let me
fuck this one up…”
He’s heard it before, He’s quite unimpressed, the
sun has melted his face into only hints and He has never been
lit, which explains everything
if you think about it 

So this poem makes sense if I think about it.
So you're a pretentious hipster faggot and this is all garbage.
Got it, asshole.

Sometimes I sit alone in the break room chugging red bull and listening to the Wrath Of Khan score wondering if I’m ever going to buy a decent razor so i stop giving myself terrible razor burn when I do remember to shave.

Gotta get up at 5:30 tomorrow, speaking of.
God I love my fucking shitty job.

Thai food, the Aquitaine, the Hyde Out, Willie Williams, the Revenger’s Tragedy, whiskey, and getting lives on track. Ups and downs. Life, you know?
Okay, I’ll write something cooler, settle down, jeesh. This was for me. SO I CAN LOOK BACK. I DO THAT SOMETIMES, JERKS.

HOLY FUCK BRO IS THAT A COHERENT THOUGHT OR THE RANTINGS OF A FUCKING TWEAKER? 

• Sally: What are you doing?
• Me: Waiting for a text.
• Sally: You do that? I thought the oh so edgy writersmith was above such things. He was never the active contact.
• Me: I'M TURNING OVER A NEW LEAF SALLY.
• Sally: I DON'T THINK A NEW LEAF MATTERS IF YOU CUT THE WHOLE DAMN TREE DOWN
• Me: I NEEDED THE WOOD BECAUSE I KNEW YOU WERE GONNA GET ON THE CROSS
• Sally: Damnit, Daniel.

Is it possible to hate these two people more than I do right this fucking second?
Because I don't think it is.
This is the 9/11 of blogs.

 Had a weird John Hughes moment in the Mission today; went down to go see the show at the Dark Room with Juan (oh that Juan) and was walking down the street and saw this very pretty girl who was extraordinarily familiar, who then asked me “Do I know you?” and then we talked about Roald Dahl’s adult fiction (gotta find a copy of his Hamlet) and now I’m looking forward to buying her a drink and talking books. Also, really, I wonder where I know her from — if I do in fact know her. It’s a small city. And I’ve got the soul (or at least wardrobe) of a detective. 

The soul of an asshole.
I can't imagine how you dress. I bet you own at least one fedora in which case you should be violently scourged with razor wire.

when you slammed the door in my face, I laughed, because I couldn’t scream, or yell, or beg. when you slammed the door in my face the air pushed me back a bit, and I teetered on the top step. I’m clumsy, and if I had fallen backwards and broken my neck and ended up crippled or dead, would you have wept? not in that moment, I’m sure. the bitterest satisfaction is only empty in retrospect. in the moment it fills you, like a good meal, like great sex, like religion or a long movie.

Like great sex
or religion
or a long movie
You know what three things I didn't expect to see tied together?
Well a lot of things but those three things especially.

I tried to explain she was a moment of weakness. it wasn’t hers — women are savage, and paranoid, but so rarely weak, and in that moment I touched her, and other things, and it was without meaning. meaningless but loaded with consequence. like all small actions, it became something greater, and worse, a free-floating emotional and social maelstrom. 

Coooooooool.
So you cheated--
You know I get this but I'm having a hell of a time giving a fuck because this is so pretentious and hipster I feel like I shouldn't be getting this as much as I do.

she was a great laugher, and a great smile, and a great body, and pretty — yes, she was all those things. but not like you. your laugh made me call you from thousands of miles away.

"baby it ain't be like that"
HOW IS IT
I CAN ACCOMPLISH IN ONE SENTENCE

WHAT TAKES YOU PARAGRAPHS
 your smile stood below mine in the mirror in the morning when you made fun of me. your body, well. I don’t have the time to describe. art. form and void. 

So she's got a great smile
and she's really fucking hot--

 when I touched her, she laughed. when you slammed the door in my face, I laughed. people do crazy things. people are fundamentally crazy, or perhaps we’re just sane and pretending.

But is she
half as hot as Anna Tsuchiya?
The answer, of course, is no.
So really whatever, bitch. Peace out.
FUCK HER. YOU THINK I GIVE A DAMN ABOUT A BITCH I AIN'T A SUCKA.

but I loved you, like fire and songs, because that is how I love. until I do crazy things. I won’t ever change, not until I die. 

Anna Tsuchiya
I even saw that fucking movie you were in where you were a hooker
what the fuck was that anyway?

the memory of her laughter is all I can recall about her, what became of the rest of her I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know. I loved you all along, but she was beautiful too, in the way that all women are — exotic and painful and unlocking, always becoming more complicated and wonderful.

What?
Listen, bro, she's just a pop star.
She's not even the hottest Japanese pop star so let's keep our shit together.
Or the sluttiest. Just putting that out there.

I knew when I touched her, I hurt you, and I hurt myself. perhaps that is why she loved it. perhaps that is why she laughed. now you are gone, and bigger than me, and I am still a boy who knows nothing, who plays with his toys and stares upwards not knowing just what to wonder. 
and you will crack the sky with your dreams, darling. 

Darling.
I think Anna Tsuchiya should probably send me an email or hell I'd accept a text of her thanks.
Because I think after watching her movie I'm about the most dedicated fan ever.
All right you've got a sexy voice do I really need to watch a whole movie featuring this?

• Me: I gotta get outta my hotel room. It's too small and creepy and it's making me stir-crazy and mean and weird.
• Zach: I hear the real estate in Damascus is good.

 I hear your face would make a good home for my fist, Zach.
Is anyone named "Zach" (with an 'h') not a complete twat?
Here's a picture of him reading a book and drinking Jack Daniel's with iTunes on in the background.
COOL.
COOL.
COOL.
LET ME POST ABOUT HOW I GOT REALLY BUZZED ON KAMIKAZES AND SAW THE ROOM IN A HIPSTER THEATER BECAUSE THAT'LL BE AN INTERESTING POST FOR PEOPLE TO READ ABOUT.
Dipshit.

Fuck a good life — I just want the story, you know? You die alone anyway. It doesn’t matter if you die holding someone’s hand, there’s no guarantees with the clearing at the end of the path. The story is what matters. I don’t care of I have to live a ridiculous cartoon hyper-allusion of a miserable life to get one good story. You don’t sign up for the writing gig and you don’t get to go AWOL. Journalism, poetry, telling dick jokes on twitter; go, go, go kid go! Write that ridiculous love song! Blog something about someone you don’t know! Burn it all down on the way and sit alone in a small room. 

And yet every single one of the best authors say "my life was complete shit so let me tell you this story so my life will be slightly less shit". They don't go seeking it out.
Like what, Dante just decided "yeah to tell a good story I should get myself arrested"
or what, Milton said "yeah I think I'll almost get executed as a traitor so I'll have enough material to write Paradise Lost."
That's not really how this shit works, idiot.

Last night was the thrilling experience of watching some first timers take some low-grade acid and dance, get topless, while I (also dropped) and graphically and repeatedly described the Coen Brothers spit-roasting Frances McDormand (for almost forty five minutes) and we laughed about fax machines, tried to get Siri to admit she hates Zooey, and made fun of each other’s weird mannerisms and lay about on the floor trying to figure out how the fan worked.

THEN WE WERE THE ONLY PEOPLE IN THE THEATER SO WE DECIDED TO FUCKING MAKE SHADOW PUPPETS ON THE SCREEN--
IT WAS FUCKING HILARIOUS YOU GUYS JESUS CHRIST.
God this guy is an asshole.
Here's a picture (that just just a bunch of words, inexplicably) that says "any time a scene is two characters talking about a third the scene is shit" which is actually pretty true.
Except half of Pulp Fiction is that kinda shit and it's one of the best movies ever so whatever.

girl,
with your exquisite cataclysms calming mendacious impertinent folk medleys,
I have built 27 years and 37 teeth worth of poems and
sad songs for you,
I have witnessed the tragic splintering power in the voice
of broken windows, 

MAD LIBS: THE POEM

Most of the girls at the fashion store across the street are leggy Deschanel analogues (and therefore barely noticeable) or surly looking heavily made up Asian girls in hipster glasses (also something this city has overdosed on)

I propose that you cannot overdose on the latter. 

Everyone’s miserable sometimes.
Let me back up. You’re probably in love with someone right now; you, the abstract reader and you the specific — whether it’s known or not. Human beings are mechanically or biologically programmed to love, to facilitate stronger bonds and therefore stronger children.

I am?

There’s no answers anymore. That’s part of getting older. You like the bands you like and you like the certain friends’ facebook statuses and some mornings you wake up and almost don’t go to work, and sometimes you get drunk and dance with a stranger and sometimes you stay at home and watch an episode of something utterly forgettable that completely entrances you. But you don’t have answers.

I have all the answers.
All you have to do is ask me and I can give you them.
Anyway I gotta be up soon for bullshit and salad on the shelf.
Bye then.