damnit MMC! i'm dis-abled-ly. so i quoted that all wrong...
"But I know what's really going on, Stuart. I know it's the queers. They're in it with the aliens. They're building landing strips for gay Martians. I swear to God!"
drinking vodka and pbr attempting to learn a new programing language half heartedly writing poetry smoking another cigarette wanting a haircut being disappointed by Ladytrons new album deciding to listen to The Strokes blocking stalkers thinking about the one who has his screws wishing MMC's innerwebs would work wondering if his aunt June ever called wishing someone would knock on his door loving the song 12:15 missing San Francisco playing with his hair chewing on his cheeks swaying to the music thinking about tomorrow attempting to be 'ninja' and failing miserably cursing MMC's innerwebs!
