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Yeah, it's one of those days. My depression is getting deeper. And people are just pissing me off. I walked to the Kettle because I was restless - and on my way here, some assholes STOPPED THEIR FUCKING CAR just to insult me, then spit on me. As soon as I got here, some asshole at the table next to me decided to insult me as well. Fucking fuckers. Kiss my ass! Other than being pissed off and depressed, I'm almost done with The Stalker Song - I don't have a real title yet. Meh. I need a huge fucking pick-me-up, like finding a ton of money on the street - followed by finding a '65 gibson Les Paul on the street, followed by finding Faruza Balk & Eliza Dushku wanting some long-haired tatood jewish guy to be in their threesome... On the street.