I realize I'm making a bold statement here, but....

Doo doo doodoo doo doodoo doo doodoodoo, doo doo doodoo doo doodoo doo doodoodoo
Doo doo doodoo doo doodoo doo doo doodoodoodooooooo.

So, FUCK YOU!
Something had to be said!
Not EVERYONE can just sit up there in their tower, waiting for someone else to be the bad guy. NOOOOOOOOO. Some of us have to TAKE ACTION. And if that means alienating and losing some of those I hold NEAR and DEAR. Then SO BE IT. Goddamn, you are such a prissy little pussywillow sometimes. Did your MOTHER pick out those clothes for you? HMMM? You BITCH. You saucy leetle BEECH.
Kiss me.

p.e.e. e.s.s.

I'm really too tired to fucking care. I should always be too tired to fucking care. But, truth is, like Faith No More, I do "care a lot". I wish I didn't. Apathy is so much easier. But I'm just not wired that way. I'm wired for optimum caring performance and it often pisses me off and makes me want to kill. HAHA. I kid. It just makes me sad. But for now, I'm too tired to care and that's good enough for the first good night's sleep I'll be having since 2 days ago. Mmm, restless nights and 6:30 am alarms. Could be worse.
It could ALWAYS, be worse.

And no...it's not even what you think it's about...maybe.
Probably a few things.

Some little waitress-chicken flirted with me as I was having breakfast, alone, the other day. That was nice. Being home is such an ego-stoke sometimes. Which is good, because no matter what Mr. Self Esteem says, it's nice to have the occasional outside validation. Especially when you're feeling like dog doo.