I’m dyspeptic and irritable. Points:
- There hasn’t been an actual conversation in a while. People are all talking at once interrupting each other, louder and louder and louder. Sometimes we’re louder than the bar at the Napa. It isn’t fun. It’s like sand in the buttcrack.
- The next person in any area of my life who presents me with a no-win situation or a stupid game is getting fucking hit so hard, your teeth will stick outa the back of your head.
- Irony is a dead scene.
- If I said what I thought even half the time I’d have no friends in a week. I’m starting to wonder if that might be a good thing for everyone.