It's the words that we don't say that scare me so.

[mazoboom]

It seems that my predisposition to short entries has returned.  Ah LiveJournal, our antagonistic relationship continues, you worthless web of words (and also asinine affected alliterations).

Anyway, my real point of posting was to wonder if I'm alone at feeling queasy whenever I see the intricacies of the patterns on broken glass. I suppose I'm just weird.