nagasaki's children

Last.fm features me as a top listener of some old band that no one's ever heard of. My pretense wants to convince my pride to gloat over this little tidbit, but my sentience is reminding me that they're only obscure because they failed to be good.

I feel like Jerk. Hi, I'm Jerk. I attempted to do responsible things today (go to bank, purchase hygiene necessities, weasel out of impending jury duty, l'etc) but spending eight dollars on French-pressed coffee just seemed like a much better idea.

pulling moons, stale coffee, and the promise of never having to see this place again

The sudden fear of creeps and plagiarists has inspired me to delete my Tumblr account and resurrect my old-found love for creativity and all things obsolete. I even reunited with Shift Key for the occasion.

I never know what to do/make/say/think for the first of anything. Please bypass my shortcomings or better yet, take this instead.