All Things Profane and Sacred

It's not often that I feel like a responsible citizen. Generally I skulk around avoiding deadlines and duties. But today I sit in a clean house, my loans have been applied for, my schedule for next semester set, my bills are paid and my legs are shaven. All I have to do now is check the mail (probably more bills-shit), fool around with the camera, sit back and watch Simpsons.

I worry when life isn't raining shit on my parade. Unspecified doom wetly laps while the summer decays and curls away.