Seven years ago, a mic was dropped. It has remained on, all these acrid days and feverish nights, long after the party ended and everyone left has gone home. It has been collecting dust, and ratshit, and static. I do wonder does the tape sound like, what symphony of creaks and cricket chirps it has collected. Alas, for that, I must defer to memory ( Read more... )

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Today I begin my first day of work at Spinelli's. Fuckin' A Yes ( Read more... )

I introduce to you, Bump Copter 2, also known as Hate Copter, Masochism Copter, and, DEAR GOD WHY AM I STILL PLAYING Copter. Easy mode is hateful. I've beaten it twice, and I'm still scared to even look at Medium of, God forbid, Hard ( Read more... )

I do not like the mall.

Ho hum ( Read more... )

Friends are the greatest thing ever.
Sleep is a close second.

Goodnight.

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I just noticed that the calender on my wall is still set to May.

Damn.