Sometimes I wonder if I ought to be a Christian. Because I feel like maybe then, God would care enough about me to verily smite (and perhaps strike impotent) my horrible, awful neighbors. I hate them. Hate them. And since I'm PMSing right now, and sick, and they just blasted Xzibit's "Alkaholic" for the nth time this month, I thought I would once ( Read more... )

Quotes of the Week:

Ryle: Wanna play a little one-on-one?
Me: Uh... No. I don't like basketball.
Ryle: Me neither.
Me: ... Because of, uh, a childhood fear of breaking my fingers.
Ryle: Yeah, I've broken a few. Guess that makes you and I real compatibleMe: I HAVE TO GO ( Read more... )

Nothing on this world will drive me quicker through the five stages of psychosis and straight into blind and unwavering rage than feeling the same pounding bass line reverberate through my very core, over and over and over again, while I'm trying to get work done ( Read more... )