I enjoy nightmarish hallucinations just as much as the next guy, but let’s be honest: with all my familial obligations, work schedule, and compulsive need to check my email every forty-three seconds, I simply don’t have time for this Mickey-Mouse bullshit.
Instead, I spent my time wisely. Drank a couple of pints of Guinness, wrote a few dozen haiku, and fell asleep watching The Secret of NIMH.
[via some guy’s myspace-ness]

I enjoy nightmarish hallucinations just as much as the next guy, but let’s be honest: with all my familial obligations, work schedule, and compulsive need to check my email every forty-three seconds, I simply don’t have time for this Mickey-Mouse bullshit.

Instead, I spent my time wisely. Drank a couple of pints of Guinness, wrote a few dozen haiku, and fell asleep watching The Secret of NIMH.

[via some guy’s myspace-ness]

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