cheshire42

OK, yesterday it was grappling with mortality, today it's rage.

Somehow I managed to piss off just about everyone in my life here... and that aint too many people.

The irony- I was trying to be cool to all of them. I thought I was doing right, being nice, whatever... and it turned into 'let's pinch a loaf on your old pal Cheshire'.

What in the 31 flavors of fuck?!?

Gentle reader, I am many things, but without feeling isn't one of them. And when turds are falling on my head when I am being a sweetie, well... sweetie goes away, and the old rager comes out to take a swing.

So, the teeth were bared, the snarling, the roar... and here I sit, spent, confused, and pissed. I demand satisfaction, but there'll be no pistols at dawn on the field of honor. More like a pack of smokes and some loud angry music...

On the flip side, I made a kick ass mix on my MD player. Music soothes the savage beast, and beast I am, believe me.

Heh. Wonder if anyone's figured out that Rob Zombie song's about A Clockwork Orange yet...