Moby - Sleep Alone

You know what’s cool? I just typed a medium-sized post, and right when I went to publish it, my dumbfuck dad went and picked up the phone and it all got lost. But I have this cute little program called Home Key Logger that logs all your keystrokes so you can never lose any data. Gravyness. Without further ado, my post:

I should be proofreading my mom’s paper, although when I really think about it I should be writing my philosophy paper , instead of blogging or proofreading. I spent the night last night at Danielle’s, Christine was over too, we had good fun. Don’t know what else to say, oh yeah, I got another strand of lights from Slave Labor Mart and put them up, they look gravy, but I need another package of hooks to complete the look. Also got some candles and some dye for my trenchcoat. I’m going to try to dye it black. I was going to do it tonight, but I read the package and you have to take the color out of the thing you’re going to dye if you’re going to do it another color. So that’s another thing I need at Slave Mart. Monkey ass. Well, I should go.

“A witty saying proves nothing.”
–Voltaire