Monday, January 31, 2005

Whoa nelly, am I in a black mood. Which means I really, really, really shouldn't be writing here. My threshold for bullshit is impressively low.

In an effort to observe that whole if-you've-nothing-nice-to-say-then-blah, blah, blah rule I should hit delete and close this window and go to sleep. Yep, I should. And so I will, I guess. I've managed to rage a bit under the guise of not raging. My work here is done.

You listen to this song because I am and then we can all have something in common - other than impotent rage, a warped sense of entitlement and raging hormones. We cool?


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