"Skank Marden's been in this bed."
--Colm Meany, 'Mystery, Alaska'


Once again, I sit here waiting for my life to begin. Next to me is a half-eaten lasagna that interests me not at all. In front of me are thirteen windows of varying significance. Sadly, the one that you and I share is of little importance lately. I fear (for lack of a better word that) that anything I might put down is just going to be repetative, which means I should just take my own bloody advice and put fingers to board.

I'm currently downloading Destiny's Child MP3's from some Italian site.

Or trying to. Goddamned passworded FTP site
motherfuckers...don't they know information wants to be free? (Or something?)



I've got no forward momentum, here. I'm done.