WHYYYYYYY

[queeniegalore]

I really can't claim that I'm not emo. In an inspired bout of masochism, I'm reading the new Jodi Picault (which you plebs don't have yet, I got an advance copy from work, I think it comes out in a month or so) which is systematically destroying my soul and making me cry like a little girl. And then I decided that it WASN'T DEPRESSING ENOUGH, so I turned off MSI and put Tracy Chapman on my iPod. Fast Car is the Saddest Song in the World (tm) and The Promise is a close second. I AM CRYING SO HARD. I had to stop because I couldn't read the words through the tears. UGH UGH UGH.

AND AND. I just cast Frank as the prisoner and Gerard as the priest who becomes his spiritual adviser and now I think I'm gonna have to go GET DRUNK to NUMB THE PAIN. UGGGGHHHHH GUUUUUYS.

TELL ME HAPPY THINGS.