"i hate my life."

you singing the wind is eating my nipples...the wind is having its way with my ass! on the cold way home last night. no one appreciates spurofthemoment compositions these days. i will sing the "have a cookie" song, that yes, namechecks spaghetti, in your honor.

i miss. and anyone who's crowing at me as i undo the apartment and try to adjust to the bad parts of life again can just go away. like i say all the time, i don't like people most of the time. so grrrrr to them.

ouch.