Kurrs' Digital Tapestry of Words

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I feel aggressively buoyant, perhaps what Beth describes as aggressively happy. I'm not happy, not by my own definition, but there is a certain malicious edge to my good mood. I feel like being particularly cruel, I feel like fighting, I feel like laughing as I step all over you. I even feel like the suffering of a particularly satisfying defeat. Hip hop, metal, something abraisive. (The Grey Album is fucking unbelievable)

Today at work, Nick walked right up to me and told me to fuck off. No reason, whatsoever. Just shit-talk. Fuck I love my job. It's not that there is any difference in the amount of bullshit present in my employment that yours, or at least probably not that big. However, here, we're allowed to say Wow, lookit the bullshit. I pity you, and your job that sucks more than mine.

Don't worry, I'm not being perscriptive, you probably couldn't hack it anyways.

I'm also very tired. I suffered intense dreams/nightmares on Monday, and chose to while away the hours last night with Megali and Tillie. Spent mostly indulging in my nasty mood, thankfully they love me for it. That, and being the male mediating their relationship. Gender priviledge n' all that shit.

My pants arrived at MEC, I'm going to go try them on. I am excited.

I need food.

Written On: Home Computer
Currently Listening: Danger Mouse - The Grey Album (free d/l)
Alternative Title: A Particular Flavour of Scatterbrained