transmetropolitan wins
You know what you shouldn't fucking do after playing the last fucking jury of your fucking undergrad like a raw fucking beginner on crack? You shouldn't spend 5 hours reading about a fuckhead journalist dude in the most depressing city ever. You know what else you shouldn't do? Allow yourself out of the house directly afterwards. I think I'm gonna really try on resisting the second one. I have a blinding urge to destroy things in the worst way possible, and no, I'm not leaving the house. Bring me gin, however, and I am unlikely to say no. I find myself wondering why the fuck I don't have five bottles in my freezer like other, much more prepared, much more dramatic people might have.
I was in a good fucking mood this morning. yep, good. I wanted to play tennis. Now I can't even swear creatively.
I want chocolate fucking ice fucking cream. I want at least five more swear words that feel as comfortable to say and type, I want to throw people bodily into walls, I want to scream at the top of my lungs until your ears explode, I want to spend all of my money on stupid insipid pink fluffies made in china by some four year old...ok, I don't really want to do that, but you get the general idea.
So. Tomorrow, being Tuesday, I am going to wake up at 7, run, get my drivers license finally replaced, get my graduation papers in order, practice for 2 hours, lunch, possibly figure out how to send the pre-transcript thing to the academy, practice for 2 hours, possibly go to the gym/tennis with some unlucky person, practice for 2 hours.....
...and WHEN I get ALL that done....I'll read more comics. Hopefully there will be another comparable series, although I somewhat doubt it.
Fuck.
I apologize for the lack of angsty picture. I am rageful and flickr has FAILED ME. It will now have to DIE.