They Won't Stay Dead!

Friday morning procrastination is in full swing.

I was reading this morning in bed, with the windows and blinds open. Violin music, just loud enough to hear without staining begins leaking into my ears. Damian is definitely having a sweet sesh right now. So tight.

A new challenger is approaching! It's called the MBTA and it can lick my balls. I waited the other night for 45 fucking minutes for a god damn lechmere train. Seriously, 6 north station trains in a row? Fuck? I booed the T openly, strange looks from other waiters. Everyone was heated.

Such nice weather right now, seems to be the topic on every bloggers brain. I walked around town the other day. Hit up the BPL, snagged some tight screenplays. Will definitely make a return trip (kind of have to, it is the library).

Not much humor this time around. Can't be funny all the time. Enjoy this fine week end. Also, Iron Man next week, as well as FCBD. Nerds rejoice!

Horror-scope

My horoscope for today, and I assure you that this is real, straight off of Yahoo where I get my daily horoscope:

"You'll wake up with a lot of high energy today, which will keep you smiling all day"

Oh Yahoo, you're so clever. High energy? Smiling all day? Must have the wrong day.

On another note, some old bitch turned 115 today. Became the oldest bitch in the world. Pretty fucked up to be 115. She must have no idea what the fuck is going on in the world. Not necessarily because she is old, but because she's seen some fucking crazy shit. 1893 to today? Fucking A man, that's a lot of shit.

Also, Hyde(s) get off my case, I'll blog when I'm good and ready. I don't want to spoil my five readers.

The Blogosphere Hate Me

At least according to Jeff 'Periwinkle' Hyde it does. I would assume it is because I haven't blogged out in a while. I wish I had a reason other then I was lazy (I think I was anti-blog for a bit too).

Anyway, I was thinking about shit recently and I've determined that we are in fact living in the future. We can fix our eyes with lasers (as mentioned in an earlier blog), the presidential canidates are a woman, an African American, and a zombie, I ride an electric powered train everyday, I have thouasands of songs in my pocket, porn is literally everywhere and crazier then ever, Charlton Heston is dead (but has yet to come back), etc. etc.

Jack Black, let's hang out sometime.

No pictures for this round, Emerson library laziness////

I guess that means I'm officially back in the blog. So here I am blogoshpere, have at me!