ye olde crapfest

haha, drunk posting. not usually my thing, but hey, there's a time for everything...

so i'm sitting here completely straight-faced, sitting, and in my head there's this cacophany of simultaneous hysterical laughter and hysterical sobbing, it's loud as fuck and all i can think to do is sit down and FUCKING BLOG ABOUT IT.

i really wish i could just get a grip on something and maintain my fucking grip. what's so hard about that?

elliot smith is depressing, even when it's just on the soundtrack to some movie you're half-ass watching on TBS.

do i live in some sort of hollywood movie? is that what's going on here? i mean, seriously.

well, what else? i had an okay weekend. saw jism AND shuster, that could make any weekend... otherwise, there's the stuff and the things and the shit and the stuff... you know.

blah. later on, then...