  Ah, the amendment of mediocrity. What a worthless post this will prove to be. What has transpired in the past hours? Next to nothing. Played ping pong, lost. Played PS2, won. No big deal, so why post it at all??????
EGhhhhh.... Pissed off again for no reason. Could it be the recent surge in weightlifting that has turned me into a testosterone-fueled metalhead? Possibly, though I doubt it. Something has to give soon so I can relax again. Depression is for pussies, I'm not depressed, I'm pissed off. Pissed off enough to pick a fight with your grandmother and spit in the face of your retarded nephew. Why I am is a good question, things are relatively going well. I'm not pissed at the environment as much as I'm desiring some improvement in my performance...but whatever, here I go bitching again. Give me a guitar, and then a shotgun, and then call me the best thing to ever happen to rock, and marry me to a coke-head that has a crummy band. Yes, then the cycle will be complete... This is a silly post all of the sudden, how refreshing.
I'm starting a new reflection essay for the Post Horn on America's 21st Century Manifest Destiny. Ahh, tiredness is sinking in, Conan is on soon...the tv will guide me through whatever waters I may pass, yes, buy more useless prescription drugs that may or may not help you to prevent possible bone loss which might could maybe should possibly lead to osteoarthritis, regular arthritis, and rheumatoid arthritis.
Maybe if I developed rheumatoid arthritis, I could be Lindbergh's grandson, yes, glorius. Ok, this is pointless all of the sudden. Last statement is here: Whatever I'm in, it's a bad funk, and it started two weeks ago for one reason or another, I'm being a complete girl about it and letting it get to me, so hopefully with some turkey and iron it'll pass. 
