when is a raven like a writing desk?

the night is oh, so young. where is my work ethic when i have this much time on my hands? i am really beginning to fall behind, but SH. no one knows ;D. i'm thinking maybe i should get a job over the christmas holidays, maybe i will go and work at the chinese with the bro. but who knows, ey?
on the desk in front of me is a miniature wind up granny with a zimmoframe, and cat sharpener in which you insert to pencil into it's anus to achieve full sharpnosity potential, a pokemon blue gameboy pocket game, a now 44 cd, and an ominous looking glasses case. how peculiar.
that's life i suppose.


until next time, fellows.