Shit.

I was going to sit down and write a serious entry about something, but then I stumbled onto the test from the previous entry.

Well, maybe there's still hope.

My horoscope from iwon.com:

"You want a fresh start, and you feel that you're willing to do just about anything to get it. The truth is that you aren't going to be able to wipe the slate clean, no matter how far you run or who you run to. Thus, you have to rely on inner strength and that part of your personality that got you through other trying situations. If a
current enigma is getting you down, you may just have to buckle down and face the monsters. They may well turn out to be pussycats."

True enough.

Fuck, I can't think of a goddamned thing to say. I'm trying to shop for cars online. I just made Badtz-Maru the new desktop wallpaper for no good reason other than the fact I'm sick of looking at my godforsaken niece all the goddamned time. Sixsixfive.com was updated recently, so that's cool. Yesterday I looked at some midget porn pics that were surprisingly interesting. Earlier today I had what passes for a Philly Cheesestake sandwhich at IHOP. A lame excuse for a PCS, but a decent sandwich. I should've ordered an omlette, though. Jean dyed her hair a bit with red streaks, which looks good on her. I'd love to dye my hair, except that A) I dunno what colour (if any at all) and B) I should be looking for a job. I was looking last month, but now...shit, I dunno. I think I'll just concentrate on the car and then see where things go from there. Unless, of course, I see one of the local shops has a spot. That'd be grand, really. I'm almost tempted to see if Hard Times still has an opening, but I really don't think working with pizza is where I wanna go, y'know? :)

Fuck, I'm hungry. It may be cereal time...