There are days where I know,
just know, that the human race eliminating itself by a half or more would be the
best thing ever because humanity as a whole pretty well
sucks. But then I drown myself in scotch, wake up, and realize
that's crazy talk. As much as I might hate the world, there are still
occasionally some things that make it worth making an effort to save lives. Not
many, but there are a few.
God help me, though,
this is getting a little old, kids. We
get it. You're
badass. You want us all to
know so we give your tantrums some attention. And I'm just enough of a
masochist to give that to you for a moment, because you have finally roused me from
extreme apathy and made me
care. This is by no means a
small feat but you did it! Take a
bow.
Did you take it? Yes, take it, we're all waiting. Okay, taken now? Good!
Now
shut the hell up. If I'm going to be stuck here in Wonderland on drugs, I'm going to have it involve less of these gosh darn
freaky pleas for attention.