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I reiterate... tomorrow... hurt... it's gonna...

Christ tomorrow's gonna hurt.

Well, according to myself gorging at each of the statehouses at the Big E ( Read more... )

I used to think there was two things that one could do:

* Complain about their life.

and

* Do something about it.

Apparently there's a third option:

* Stew quietly in your own bitter indecision.

I've got plenty of snake oil, but I'm still looking for the antidote.

2006 Redefinition of Planet

I have no idea what I want to do with the rest of my life.

Time to get crackin...

Dreams don't get much wierder than that.

Starfuckers.

I'm 24.

Who knew.

When did it become June?