Manchester, Manchester, so much to answer for.

Damn right, they've got a lot to answer for. They still need to account for Morrissey, ha ha. Yeah, good ol' Mozz. I am so bored. I'm watching an old ass Disney movie set in Ireland and am slightly disturbed by how much the parish priest looks like Morrissey and how well I could envision the old Mozzer in full priest regelia.

My roomie's doing her old programming thing, updating her website. Good for her. I should be more productive, but right now I'm stuck on Morrissey. Hmmmm, where shall I hang him (my poster of him, that is).

This is spontaneous prose for sure. It's just not nearly as inspired, interesting, or fun as Jack Kerouac. Good ol' Jack. Such a genius he was.