Apr. 17th, 2006

Ugh.

Apr. 17th, 2006 02:13 pm
oneirophrenia: (Contemplative Doctor)
I have a dr's appt. today and only $7 to my name.

Watched Capote last night. Great film. Truman Capote was a total son-of-a-bitch. Good writer, though.

Reading Tom Piccirilli's A Choir of Ill Children again for, like, the ninth time. It really makes me want to just vanish into the swamps with the pumpkinheaded mutants and the alligators.

Basically, I have a lot on my mind and I don't want to face any of it. The lyrics to Radiohead's "How to Disappear Completely" are sounding better every day.
oneirophrenia: (Christyballs depressed)
Your Famous Last Words Will Be:

"Goodbye. I am leaving because I am bored."


Actually, I've always thought my last words would be "What does this thing do?" or the ever-popular "FUCK."

More likely, though, they'll just be, "Leave me alone."

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