i slept most of the day away. i have dishes to do and vacuuming. stupid short chores that will be done in 30 minutes.
now i'm listening to Big Black's "Songs about Fucking". of course, none of the songs are really about fucking. but it was a nice title. i had a tshirt for a while until some preppy brat name Luke Dunlap stole it. stupid rich boys. i played with them for so long, thinking money was the end all, be all. my upbringing. now i understand that money is only important to cover your bills and get a nice treat every so often and i'm a much happier person.