A chronicle of mundaneness steeped in irony and pointed realism with no real direction or point and no real defined end-point. Except maybe Tuesday, which Tuesday I leave as an exercise for the reader...
Friday, March 14, 2003
quote of the night: "Our roof is made of abestos, it can't burn." - me (while listening to Fire Water Burn - Bloodhood Gang
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