Within my sliver of the world, there are fewer than 21 hours left in 2003.

I’m still pretty shaky on what my New Year’s plans are outside of going into New York at some point with vodka strapped on my person like an ammo belt.

I just finished watching Lost in Translation a couple minutes ago.

I am profoundly depressed that this jerkass’s profile is the only contextual instance of Cool Clyde’s Water Slides on the whole of the internet.

I can’t stop clapping my left hand to the beat of a fucking White Stripes song I heard in some store in the mall.

I went to a mall today.

I went to a mall today.

2003, what the fuck were you thinking?