We gotta be quick about this month's intro, kids--I'm supposed to be on my way to work right now, and I haven't even put pants on yet. Yep, that's a pleasant mental image for you to start out the new month--a big fat guy, still a little moist from the shower, no pants, still smelling from the stink of crushed dreams and lost life. You can't get that smell out, no matter how much Lever 2000 you use.
Anyway, welcome to September! I kinda like this month, I can't remember why. I think it used to signify when the temperature would drop, back when I lived somewhere the temperature would do that kind of thing.
What's in store around here for this month? Well, I've got some music I want to review, and a couple of short stories that I might finish. Pictures? Yeah, there'll probably be some pictures. I'm going to promote the hell out of my Twitter account, probably, because it's much easier to write short, brainless nonsenses as opposed to actual posts. Especially when you've spent the better part of your life brain damaging yourself with hard liquor. Which I have.
I don't know what else--my goal for this month is to survive the stupid Austin heat/humidity combo that's constantly trying to melt my balls off. Like, literally. I don't know why this down wants me to lose my testicles, but it's obvious that it does.
And on that note...