Who Wants To Fight Me?

Blogging will be light this week, as opposed to my usual voluminous output. I'm like geyser of words. That's why all none of you come here everyday. (There's like four blogger clichés so far in this post, and it made me sick to write it. Piss off.) I'm moving on Saturday, and I haven't packed a thing. Also, I hate the world right now. The previous post has nothing to do with it. I'm just grumpy. For some reason, "The Promised Land" seems oddly appropriate to my mood today.

I've done my best to live the right way
I get up every morning and go to work each day
But your eyes go blind and your blood runs cold
Sometimes I feel so weak I just want to explode
Explode and tear this whole town apart
Take a knife and cut this pain from my heart
Find somebody itching for something to start

I'd post an mp3, but I don't have one right now. Besides, you've heard it before and if you haven't, then you suck.

You can all go to hell.