so i found out mr. dirty bomb lived in my neighborhood. logan square reprazent. in other news. missed transam and adult. things happen, went to plan b, outlined in a conversation on the danryan expressway and executed with precision. i believe to quote the plan it was something like 'i dont want to be around anyone. i just want to drink and passout. alone.' and he laughs. o the irony. while it seems i am discontent with my life in the broad sense, there are details of it, small things that make me happy. so the day to day is pretty okay, just tinted with a transparent malaise. i'll steal a line:
'E is for empty.
i am Empty. put something in me.'
your choice: hope, a butcher knife, warmth, sum dinners, <3, an (operational) conscience, yr pp (or even better yr fist, just to make sure i know how fucked i am)
i'm quite charming this evening arent i? its a wonder why my dance card isnt full. in conclusion, i will regret not seeing transam and adult.