Mr. Cellophane

In a location adjacent to a place in a city of some significance, what comes out of my head is plastered on the walls of this blog.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Tuesday, I was bored out of my mind.

Wednesday, I went to work and wanted to kill half of the people there.

Which is worse, having nothing to do or having something to do, but dealing with worthless retards?

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