Monday, April 03, 2006

I can dream, can't I?

I want there to be a web page I can surf to, as I sit here in the 13th hour of my working day, that will immediately renew me, give me back my sharpness, and most important of all, return to me the TWO MOTHERFUCKING HOURS I SPENT ON THE BUS STUCK IN THE GODDAM MARINERS' OPENING DAY TRAFFIC.

There's no such thing, is there?


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