||[Jul. 8th, 2004|09:49 pm]
Christopher J. K. Warrington
|||||"Closer" - NIN||]|
Fucking out of this place. Too-da-loo and I'll let the door hit me on the ass on the way out.
Gods. I always seem to be the last in on stupid crazes. Like these journals. Who the fuck cares what I have to say anyways? Atleast I have a place to say it, now. Half the shit I wanted to say I couldn't because of stupid
Draco Malfoy prats.
So now I'm out and unemployed. Maybe I'll take up singing on a streetcorner. Or I'll sell drugs to young children who dress in black. Then I can go to Azkaban and work on my people skills.
Ah, fuck. Thank God the old man died and left me half his fortune.