It's January 1, 2011. Wasn't such a bad new year at all. I didn't know what I'd be doing but it worked out well enough. Mellow mushroom, sour gummy worms, uncontrollable laughter from picture/story game, firecrackers that nearly deafened me in one ear, and hope for a better year.
I only listen to Katy Perry and Ceremony.
I hate being around people most of the time.
History and geography are two subjects that appeal to me most.
I enjoy engaging in cosmetic artistry. My face is my canvas.
One day I won't have to work this shitty job and see anyone I loathe. Just one of these days...