November 8, 2004

God, I can be such a cunt when in a bad mood.

Roommate: Where were you? It's late--I was worried.

Me: Out.

Roommate: What'd you do?

Me: I went out.

Roommate: Where'd you go?

Me: On a walk.

Roommate: Yeah, but where did you go?

Me: Hospital.

Roommate: Why'd you go all the way over there?

Me: I'm a sucker for symbolism.
Here lies a most ridiculous raw youth, indulging himself in the literary graces that he once vowed to eschew. Now he just rocks out.