Staten Island was good times today (yesterday). Good, new times. The drive home sucked. Stupid drivers. Stupid police. Stupid detours. Argh. Took almost 2 hours to get home.

I feel like doing something with my life.

Then again, fuck it.

I'm off to Staten Island today.

I've listened to all the Bodom albums in order just now.

I was gonna write a big post on what's new in my life. Then I thought about it and figured, "Fuck it."

I'm so tired.

Dreaming is the escape. Waking up is the nightmare.

Fothermucker.

Tongue my anus.

Why won't my sister just stop talking for once? I hate her voice. It is a piercing squeel and I just want her to stop breathing.