"It's just a fucking commercial holiday." I tell myself while flipping between Conan O'brien, Lost World Jurassic Park, and Casino
ding! My fish sticks are ready.
I bring in Valentines Day eating fish sticks, in sweatpants giving up.
If only I had a snuggie.
Fucking Jonas Brothers. I hope Hitchcock goes crazy and murders them all backstage.
That was horrible.
They kinda seem too damn nice.
"Stay out of the long grass!", ugh I hate the last part of Lost World. When the T-Rex runs around San Diego (run matt Louv run)
time to read some bukowski
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Want to spend the day punching concrete walls as hard as we can?
sounds good.
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