blastprocessing

I'm tired of seeing that last post.

I bought a hat today. Go me.

I wonder how many more blithering idiots are going to re-open their accounts this month.

So I just got out of the shower.

All of my clothes are in the car, ready to be taken off to be laundrinated tomorrow night.

I'm down to a pair of the gothest boxers ever.

I wonder what I'm going to do for work tomorrow.

I grew bored with those last words.

The master plan remains slow-going. I remain trapped in a world I never made. So it goes.

I don't particularly feel like anything right now, save that buzzing annoyance with the slowness with which the human world moves and that perpetual feeling that I'm once again surrounded by people with less backbone than I'd like.

The best person ever leaves for a while, and the worst person ever shows up.

Way to be wrong, internet.

I don't get how friends threads work anymore. Someone school me.

Okay, so anyway.

The Secret Project None of you Ingrates Knows About is proceeding, but slowly. I'd love to have the patience of a zen spider, but such is not my lot.

I do wish things would go a little faster, as the Secret Project is an integral aspect of the Greater Overall Plot Which Absolutely Nobody Knows About, and I ain't getting any younger...
Read More

I found a great new way to make myself inexplicably depressed and angry about the past.

"Google Old Friends/Acquaintances/Should've-Beens Who You Really Wish You Hadn't Fallen Out Of Touch With" is the new craze sweeping the nation.

It's fucking great.

I am still so so so pumped about ITNOTK: aDST. It's going to be so ludicrously wrong. I can't wait to watch so many careers die.

I may also eat spicy food.

I really should do some work on my car, but jeez.