LiveJournal for Hipstomp
Today’s soundtrack: beautiful faces and loud, empty places
Today at 8:52pm: crossing Houston
I react to every setback in life the same way: A small shrug followed by “Well, whaddaya gonna do.” I think if I got shot in the spine with a railgun or had my arm hacked off by a Samurai I’d lie there face-down on the ground and say “Well, whaddaya gonna do” to the pavement. Someday in the future I’ll know what I’m gonna do, then I won’t be able to say this anymore.