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Friday, October 1   >>


No, seriously, how does classmates.com stay alive with Facebook being the monster that it is?


Lately, I don't sleep too much. Lots of new music has come around, lots of new players, lots of strange playing situations that have come up out of nowhere, which calls for late nights, and work means early mornings, so, I don't sleep, and I've become kind of delusional but at my creative peak (I never give myself credit for being creative, but that's going to end today), and I'm really exhausted but I know that if I weren't exhausted I'd probably be watching Roku all day, and I've done that twice already and felt really shitty about it, so, you know what they say about idle hands.

Man, quality of writing has SUFFERED SEVERELY. I'd apologize but, nah.


Last lines of books that have never been written:

"It's not."
From Cypher

"And she looked at the ground for what seemed like days. It was only a few minutes. She jumped."
From First Songs

"The thing is, this whole time you thought he didn't do it. Guess what. He did."
From Mystery Book

"Her son had left dinner on the table. It was then that Martha knew. She fucking knew it."
From Of a Notepad

From 50 Cent: An Autobiography