in the spirit of hate, read this puzzling website: i hate music.

i am really growing to hate working in the service industry (as if i liked it that much to begin with…). i could do without all the random worthless fucks whose sole purpose is to shit on my day. i would like to take them all, line them up in the street and run over them with a steamroller. i really don't think they make a steamroller that big, but a guy can dream, can't he?

i really don't have anything intelligent to say anymore. since last night (see below post) my brain and heart have crawled into a little black hole that i'd rather not talk about.

maybe later something will happen to make my day infinitely better.

then again…maybe not.