My metaphorical glass is half full, of shit.

It's amazing how some people completely do not "get" you. My goodness, my brain cells just weep everytime I talk to this guy. I guess it's no one's fault.

Well, actually, it kinda is his fault.

But anyway.

So I've been in kind of a progressively bad mood for the past few weeks/months. And every day I wake up like "Hey, that is it! That is quite enough, Bad Mood! I am just going to kick your ass today and I am going to do it smiling!" And then next thing I know, Bad Mood has whipped out some crazy ninja movies, deflecting my ass kicking, and I am sitting in my basement with the lights off, listening to Fiona Apple, wondering where it all went wrong.

I could throw in a Dashboard Confessional lyric in here, but I don't think I'm at that point in my misery yet, fortunately. And also, I don't know any Dashboard Confessional lyrics. Something along the lines of "My salty tears lead a trail to my broken heart because I'm a whiny bitch and wouldn't know good music if it threw up on me," no?

(2003-07-02 - 2:09 a.m.)