So holy, give me coma.
I am so over this city right now. What can I say. It happens. By the time I got to work this morning I was such a seething, wound-up ball of rage that I could barely think straight. If anyone wants to volunteer for some physical abuse, lemme know. I’ll be happy to knock you around a little.
Go read this. The author says perfectly and succinctly what I just don’t have the energy to even attempt today.
Go read this. The author says perfectly and succinctly what I just don’t have the energy to even attempt today.
posted by P/O at 9/29/2005 11:32:00 AM
3 Comments:
Hey, thanks for the nod. It's just a constant struggle, isn't it?
Don't know about you, but I've found that getting really, really drunk really, really helps.
Sorry I didn't meet you at the after-party the other night...catch you next time, fa shizzle.
oh hello my sweetness. i enjoyed reading her ranting to the post that you linked...you know you always have an open invitation to a cross country getaway with me here, ha ha. here, buses don't run you over. just those people who feel the need to drive those damn trucks with the oversized wheels to assert their manhood.
hey felonious. yeah, getting drunk is my (almost daily) solution. i will definitely be at the next wysiwyg (kinda have to be), so hope to see you there.
lost: one of these days i will heed the siren's call of that other coast...
drone: word.
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