I’m so fucking bored. And all I can think about are all the mistakes I’ve made. And what a glowing review I’d write of the iPhone 4, if anyone gave a shit. So many mistakes, I have made way more than a few, too many to mention. I’m nowhere near as awesome as Frank Sinatra- but then, who is? I’m drowning in the mistakes I’ve made. And Dr. Horrible isn’t on hulu anymore. Gotta track it down on youtube.
And my mistakes suffocate me. I can list them, chronologically, alphabetically. How they’ve hurt myself, and others. How I may never recover. I’m so fucking emo. And my stomach hurts. And my foot is asleep. And this is just a pointless gripe blog. Whatever