[insert growling noise here]
And jesusonapogostick, people. No, I am not "getting paid" for having this crap on my site. Seriously. To anyone who sent an email asking me that, I hope your dick falls off. Or whatever appendage you use the most.
I'm in a seriously rotten mood today and I find myself staring wistfully out the window at the deli across the street and its big ad for cigarettes. I'm having wet dreams about the Marlboro man. I'm dangerously close to lighting up after seven weeks of being smoke free.
I am thisclose to losing it today and this god damn javafuckingvirus or whatever it is on my site is putting me over the edge. I'm in a bad, bad place right now. We're talking water towers, machine guns and several bottles of Jack Daniels.
Must find happy place.
[And listening to Sick of it All is really helping me move along here]