short and sweet
 

Screw this noise. Winter. Week 9, or is it Week 90, of the perpetual deepfreeze. Like living in a goddamn meat locker. Where's the global warming crisis when we really need it?

It's an election year, politicians everywhere telling us they'll stand for anything we'll fall for; and that ain't gonna end until freakin' November...in fact, it'll only get worse until then. (Why can't we at least get some global warming from the gas these people are releasing?)

American kids are dying every day to keep us in control of the oil supply, yet I had to pay nearly two bucks a goddamn gallon today for the high test my ride drinks.

We keep hearing all this horseshytte about the great economic recovery we're having, but you still need a microscope to read the help wanted ads. Must be one of those recoveries that's only for people who own lots of stock.

And woopie doo, February's 29 days long this year. Hooray. Just what we need this time around, a little extra dose of my unfavorite month. Who the hell ordered that?

Happy friggin' winter.