03/29/2005
Sure hate to breakdown here

This town is out to get me. It's a matter of time before that gawdy, blinking ball rolls off it's stick and crushes me. Only it wouldn't kill me, rather severely mame me... yes... leaving me unable to drive and forced to ride the city bus to work, resulting in a pay decrease for my lack of punctuality... in turn requiring I move into low-income housing and the depression causing a sudden interest in crack.

Stupid cloudy days.


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