Mike; Self portrait.

Aside from these photos, I'm beginning to realize how much everybody I used to know really sucks cock. Like, people I used to be friends with. What the fuck did I do? Maybe I did do something, since there is always two sides to a story. 

I'm fucking tired. I hate the fucking rain. It makes me unhappy, and unawake. I can't take it much longer. Plus having nothing to do is totally gay.

I suppose I should go running for the fourth time this week. Or possibly read. But, every time I go to the book store and read for like, an hour or two, some werid, creepy nerdy book worm comes over and sits right fucking next to me. Attention, there is a WHOLE fucking book store. Do I just look inviting? Because I thought I looked like a cunt. Mehhh.

Anyway. photos: