i’ve got bad religion screaming from my headphones at the highest possible volume my ears can handle . . . innocence raped with napalm fire. . . it’s everything i can do not to shout along at the top of my lungs. i am doing everything i can to resist buying myself stuff to make me feel better. it’s not easy. of course, having to pay rent this week makes it a tad bit easier.

all my favorite coworkers are fleeing like rats from a sinking ship. first bill, then kari and now promojoe. it just makes me so sad and angry. blech!