blessed are the easily amused

Saturday, August 21, 2004

If I could have moved my digits dextrously enough to type yesterday, the post would have been called:

way too old for this shit

There was rock. That was good. There were friends. That, too, was good. There was a drunk person whom the Lord was merciful enough to spare the knowledge that she was a fucking goof. That was our heroine.

This new phase is going to be a brilliant comedy of errors. Christ.