Anti abandons the internet.

im at kinko's copies here in long beach at the corner of lakewood and candlewood, and i finally have a chance to start bloggin for the next 6 min and 43 seconds.

today has gone smooth as it gets, with the only snag in the flow being that huge motherfucking screw i found in my tire. but i patched that shit for 5 bucks at the local service station, and was ready to rock and roll my way through the city, sight seeing and keeping my sign job in check.

when i was doing my ritual lap through walmart (i walk though all dicount stores to kill time, target, kmart, walmart, even walgreens) and i found this killer bike i want to buy. it chromed out to the max, and i think im in lerve with it.

target didn't have shit to intrest me.

and the client im servicing reported to my boss that "everything lokos great!" and welp, DUH! would you expect any less from the master of all blasters.

i will be home tonight by 7pm, and i can't decide what i want to do with myself for the rest of the night. i think i might take myself bowling. or go to the movies... i still havent seen sin city.

all i know is whateer im doing, im doing alone, because i prefer solitude. and welp... cuz everyone i know prolly already has plans. so fuck them, bitchasses.