I am completely miserable, San Diego.
God I hated this last fucking day. Gonna just be fucked up beyond belief for this new one. Fuck this shit.
On top of everything else my favorite vimeo video is no longer in my favorites.
My car speakers started malfunctioning.
Baseball is a piece of shit.
Tully thinks that I insulted him.
Dumb white fighter lost my biggest bet in under 10 seconds.
Gay fucking soccer is back today.
I'm irate. I don't see anything good coming out of today. But I've been wrong before.
I swear to God (why do I still feel the need to capitalize "God" if I {for the most part} don't believe in God? I'm 50-50 on capitalizing Him or making Him common. Godammit, {only capitalized because it began a sentence} I hate this tip-tapping upbringing always nagging at me to take the garbage out. Sick of it I tell ya.) I will not be held accountable for anything that happens today.
Willimena is here. And she is a pizza burning. Or a beast of burden. Whatever.