On Life as a Sarcastic Fringehead

That Wopner at 3 o'clock line in the disposable frag reminds me of this guy I used to hate date. He was always so self-satisfied when he knew the easiest of the easy shit and that drove me crazy. He needed a pat on the back for displaying his extremely limited wealth of knowledge every. single. time. I hate that guy. Note to self: No more writing before eating for the day. You were obviously hallucinating and you let that weak fucker infiltrate your character. Another note to self: Maybe don't use online journal as substitute for sketch book journal that hasn't been touched since you entered the blogosphere. There is still such a thing as a private thought.