by, god, i'm not going to change a damn thing. i will continue to stay locked up in my apartment night and day, with the shades drawn and the door locked in two places. i will continue to leave my apartment only to go to quick trip for the ocassional twelve-pack of dr. pepper and cigarettes. i will continue to work until 9am and sleep, blissfully unaware, during the day. and i will continue to derive my sole shred of entertainment from gazing tenderly (some might say longingly) at my Natalie Portman poster.
those posessed freaks may be able to take away my world trade center, but i'll be damned if they're going to take away my pathetic excuse for a life! fuckers.