I am currently the fourth result on Google for fuck+boys. For a journal that's supposedly boy-free, that is a shame.

My words do seem at home amongst all the homosexual pornography results, though.

Anyway, one hour ago, I was bouncing-off-the-walls bored and now I am struggling to stay awake. It's probably a good thing that I didn't go anywhere or attempt to have a hobby. It would have been futile. This boredom isn't the kind that can be cured by a night at the diner or a book. This is one of those bone-crushing boredoms that cause you to do stupid things. No stupid things have been done as of yet, but the night is young, yo. The night is young.

So the boredom is supressed by exhaustion right now. Yay?

In other news, I may have to switch back to corn husk and toilet paper cigarettes so I can afford Bruce Springsteen tickets. And I was just starting to feel Classy with a capital C. Goddamnit.

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