I think I fucked up my anti-depression sermon: bitches are still succumbing to winter's icy tree branch grip.
Obviously, it's not up to me to make anybody feel anything, but I hate seeing a whole lot of people regressive and pissed all at the same time.
I feel like the only person not bummed out right now and all I"m doing differently is maybe trying to give a fuck... only way to stave off the deceptive and unproductive half of me. Been about 10 years and I've just finally got a grip on that.
Cake/Brazilian Girls show, Terminal 5 tomorrow.
I think I have a disease where I get to the end of writing something and automatically think of as many words as I can that rhyme with "bitches."
EDIT: the other symptom is nonstop youtube posts. shit YEAH i can embed media. suck it, charlie.
eg.
britches
stitches/snitches
riches
hitchin
delicious
kitchen
twitchin
wishes
ditches
pitchers/pictures (pronounced incorrectly)...
Steve
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