Hey, does anybody want to do anything? ‘Cause I sure do. Something, anything. Well, actually, what I really want to do is discuss existentialism and nihilism over coffee. I’ll settle for go-carts and videogames though. Even a movie. I don’t care. Just as long as I don’t have to settle with hanging out with people who I secretly think are borderline retarded, I’m set.
All the cool people are out of town or have strict parents. For shame on God.
Fuck it. I’m just going to sit around in my pajamas and oily hair and laugh like Bill Cosby. Bastards.