Monday, July 4
I finally started watching Sports Night. Surprisingly well-written sitcom and possibly the most-jarring, network-mandated laugh track ever implemented in a sitcom. I can’t wait until it eventually goes away.
Logan at the moment
Don't call it a comeback.
Like an alzheimer's patient, I keep coming back to the Internet, forgetting all of the narcissism and false sense of self-greatness that it brings with it.
Sure, there's always going to be the moments that I want to share with the world or thoughts on current events that I think everyone needs to know or that new music act that I think you should have on your iPod right now. That stuff isn't important though.
Of course, I'm glady going to have a psychobilly freakout on whatever political mess I can get my hands on. It's 2012. Let the self-destruction of myself and everyone around me begin with the issues that matter and will be forgotten two weeks from now.
Greater things are still to come...
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