misery

rereading The Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy. just the first four parts. the ones that matter. sorry for the inconvinance.

whatever.

realizing how movies are made more and more about the stupidity of life, and improbabilities therein. gonna make it happen, and revolving around this idiocy that i have now.

honestly, this shit sucks, and it's time for something new.

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watched the end of Clerks II and all i could see was the floor of our house in Madison. the blonde wood and everything. Soul Asylum.