that's all it comes down to, really. no plans or hopes. no philosophy. i simply take what i can get. i am wrong most of the time.
Last night, Jack Donaghy fell in love with Salma Hayek for the same reason I fall in love with all of you. And then I think of Hubert Selby Jr and I get sad all over again.
this sure feels like the right night to burn at the Cage. after work drinks for a co-workers bday. but after that I mean. it's nice and orange in there.
well, nevermind. i had a good thing goin' but then i lost my train of thought. fred flintstone is on the tv above my head talking about breast cancer and impeachment and martyrdom.
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