is the last thing
i wanted you to be
but if that's how you want it
as you wish.
off to work... someone pray to the gods of paycheck for me, i'm hungry.
(edited to add-)
got an e-card from mom this morning with a picture of cacti wrapped in christmas lights and wishes that i'd be enjoying winter in the desert next year.
*half-smile suspended in the constant rolling bass of a recorded stigmata track*
the fiending's gone. i guess i did it. hope this means my mood will stabilize a bit.
"There is no joy but calm!" -Alfred, Lord Tennyson
okay, today's FUCK YOU goes out to whatever dumbshit in my house put a full 40 of corona on the counter over one of my stacks of records and then allowed it to tip over and empty itself onto a bunch of my good techno vinyl.
i swear to fucking christ, nothing pisses me off more than careless inconsideration.
USE YOUR FUCKING HEAD BEFORE I DENT IT WITH A TIRE IRON.