Harry Potter weren't bad. Better than last one, and he was less annoying. Unlike some critics, however, I did not cry at the ending. But then, I saw it coming at page 2.
Yes, I know, diary's looking like horse-shit. It was either renew my subscription or buying drinking glasses for the apartment. At least my priorities are in line sometimes.
Apparently Freud says compulsive reading is really a desire to see your mother's genitals.
Seriously freaked out by this.
Braindead.
Readin'
Listenin' to
Thinkin' about