in an attempt to make this not suck

I should be writing right now. But so should the other 5 people in my group. The sent me there shitty attempts at an arguement, and now I must turn there nonesense into a wonderworks of aggression against Guantanamo. Group Papers! That is the dumbest idea there ever was in all of the worlds! I've been complimented on my writing a couple times and so now I fear i'm becoming cocky. I am fucking awesome!

and so begins my downfall.

in other news, Lady K and I have made our yearly transition into a new apartment. I am currently sitting at our desk overlooking 3rd st drinking a gin and sprite zero, I call it a gin-z.

Bourne Identity is currently on. I think i've mention this movie once before in a moment of procrastination. They are currently filming the 3rd movie. Last sunday while I was at j's house, I over heard j and mouse talking of the new fantastic four movie, which in turn, led me to a search on Doug Jones. He's famous and I've met him a few times and that makes my existence feel somehow valid, so I look him up and feel my heart grow good. But, that could be the gin-z.