I don't have to go to work today at the cardboard box factory, the bar, or the record store.
At least for one day, my contributions to Capitalism have come to a screeching halt. I can’t think of anything more American than that.
I have no idea what I'm going to do with myself. I hope there's something good on cable.
I should be using this time to concentrate on searching for my parent's murderers, but instead, I took another online quiz called “Which Winona are you?”
It turns out that I am Winona Ryder as Veronica Sawyer from the movie Heathers.
Elkie, in a way, looks like Winona Ryder, and if you’re drunk and you squint, she really looks like Winona Ryder.
11:08 a.m. - Thursday
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