Intrigue Boulevard

this insomnia is worse than the holocaust. ugh.

yeah yeah, i shouldn't be offensive...i meant to say alleged holocaust.

let's write something.

aw, fuck it. i was gonna write this story that started with something about the center of the universe being crowded, then go on for a long time being inspired by this picture of "jack's living room", then finally introduce a character, have him consider his future as a doctor and slit his throat from ear to ear, but you guys will just have to imagine it.

it is 5 am and all and i do have an exam tomorrow that i'm horribly unprepared for. all you kids who have been good students instead of getting really drunk for weeks on end have played it much more intelligently than i've.