don’t have windows media player anymore
or movie maker
or blah blah blah blah blah
got rid of all yer windows bs
98lite is my new best friend. even if i did use an illegal copy.
we all know that i’m 100% broke.
at least 99% broke.
and i’m drunk again.
sean says he has money.
bah. some sugah daddy.
ain’t got no job.
hah hah hah.
beck hurts me.
i can’t feel my limbs.
it’s fucking 9 am and i haven’t gone to bed yet.
i hate my life.
i hate everything.
except for jesus.
wow, my teeth are fuzzy-like.
goddamn video post production better have dubbed my tape by now.
what’s the holdup biatch?
it’s the last last last minute as usual.
i hate myself.
but jesus loves me and such, so it’ll all work out.
whoever was responsible for my past life
worked up some mighty good positive karma
that i probably don’t deserve
i don’t believe in any of that nonsense anyway
i just laugh at you all
i will do nothing
and it will all work out fine
i have confidence in this
my speakers fucking suck
what are you talking about sean
the drink in front of me is a very disturbing shade of bright pink
my computer is nice and clean
it makes me happier than i have ever been
sean says i should be talking about him here
yes he’s right. or something.
i guess i love him. i guess.
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.
yeah, my speakers fucking suck.
this hurts me.
this hurts me so.
the static is unbearable.
p.s. i’m going to fucking kill you, sean.