schmendrik

Every now and then the profound meaningless of life coagulates and manifests itself as a journal entry. I suppose it's my way of saying "sucks be to you"- not only am I going to use phrases that I hate, but I'm also going to use them to fuel my already explosive cycle of self-loathing.  So I'm just another individual obliterating the artistic wasteland of dA by adding more artistic void to it which will obviously eventually rend the fabric of the cosmos apart, till there's nothing to do, but play l4d2 , or whatever it is you guys do.

Someday, I'm going to be a widely read novelist. All the members of the Masochist Book Club are going to tell me how much they like it when I write so horridly.

I know I should probably do greater things on weekends than flop around in bed like a half-dead fish. I'm not sure what these things may be though.