Thursday, September 21, 2006 ; 7:40 PMI love you Andry Warhol, But sometimes, I wish you would stop being a genius.
Listening to: What if- Coldplay
Beh. I think I'm on the verge of cracking like an egg-shell.
As I sit here, all the possibilities of the future start rushing to me:
I could be:
Unemployed.
Unemployed.
Unemployed.
Unemployed.
Unemployed.
Unemployed.
Unemployed.
Unemployed.
Unemployed.
Unemployed.
Unemployed.
Unemployed.
Unemployed.
Unemployed.
Unemployed.
DEAD.
Yeah, that concludes another chapter of Yinshian's teachings.
Now, I'm going to blast my eardrums with heavy metal while I cry over my weak vocabulary.
