We did that walk. Down Broadway. In ninety degree heat.
On the plus side, I got a good deal on good shirts and shorts from an Aeropostale outlet.
Also, of fashion in New York. I’m not sure who convinced women that the new trend should skin-tight, see-through and bra-less, but hell, good job, Illuminati or Obama or whoever we have to thank for that.
I know, I know.
Dirty old man, it’s horrible. I’m horrible.
I should be spayed and neutered already, and I would be, if it wasn’t for this damn sex drive. I’ll get you next time, meddling sex drive.
I think it’s official; I’ve got heat delusion. Goodbye, Central Park Zoo. I love your red panda and your penguins, but you should really let them all go home.
Target: 700 words
Written: 456 words, novella: The Mungk
Read: Assholes Finish First, Tucker Max (this shit is colouring my views, thank heaven it's done)
Comics: Saga 1-4 (HOLY SHIT)
Music: I Don't Give A Fuck About You, Pearl Jam