tds

Walked through the mall today. Downtown Plaza. The Hard Rock was playing "Living in America" by James Brown. That about covers it. And yeah, there's been an inodrinate number of "Rocky 4" references on here lately. Totally unintentional.

Half my friends list is grey or had their accounts stopped (there's an infuriating yet overall uninteresting story with one of them, by the way, that may be told on here. Or not. Really, it doesn't feel like it'd play well for the...you know, two who read this). Kinda makes coming here bittersweet, in a way. And, now that i think about it, if no one reads, i can get away with all kinds of things.

Today is the latest time the phrase "Birthday Sex" has been mentioned to me. This idea has appeal, of course. It's something i don't already have, and something i've been dropping hints about.

This notion of spending money to make money doesn't work for me. Especially when the spendee is screwing you. There's your capitalism, for you.

So this guy upstairs has taken his garbage, bagged it, and...left it in front of his door. As of fifteen minutes ago, it was still there, leaking this oddly vinegar-smelling liquid all over. The guy, by the way, looks like the Skipper on "Gillgan's Island."

Debating the tattoo; do i want what i've been thinking about, or what i will get eventually? I think it's going to come down to money.

A quote from an old, dear friend, mostly accurate but slightly paraphrased: "That's your thing. Wit. Some people like leather, some people like feet, but you get off on chicks who are witty and smart and shit. So all you need to do is find a chick who'll let you skullfuck her." Ugh.

Almost went to church today. Seriously. I didn't, for some reason.

Later.