That movie was cool.
And I don't know where all of this I am midnight crap keeps coming from.
He said he was me a while back, and I guess everyone just believes the asshole.
The media wants us to go grab milk and bread and water. We should head to the All American and stock up on supplies. Pickled eggs. Chips. Hatchets. Batteries. A 3D TV so the weather woman's tits look bigger. Head to the Poconos.
Feeling cute. Might shoot Rickety Cricket in the basement later. IDK.
It's finally dark here now. Looks like death outside. But not the first drop of rain. It's thundering and a bit windy, but to hear the weather channel right now, we are all going to die. Fuck them.