I am a simple creature. It doesn't take much to cheer me up.

Or take my mind, at least for a minute, off things that I am slowly realizing that I will probably never be able to change.

*Sigh*

And just as I published that post, Last.fm starts playing Depeche Mode's Somebody.

Seriously, how are you supposed to be able to keep your heart intact, and safe from just shriveling up into a small, ugly, dead knot?

Ok, now you tell me how not to become depressed when this (it's a pdf, by the way) is the world we live in, and nothing we do seems to make any difference about it?

None. Nil. Nix. Zero. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Nichts. Null.

One. Hundred. Thousand. Living. Human. Beings. Like. You. And. Me.

Say it with me.

"One. Hundred. Thousand. Living. Human. Beings. Like. You. And. Me."

"Like. You. And. Me."

THat solves that question. Now we know what their purpose in life was.

Being slaughtered.

Free men bear arms, anyone?

Oh no, of course this isn't representative. No, gun-toting is not just sane and natural, it's actually a necessity. To ward of all the real loonies walking around, carrying guns.

Or just to exterminate those that would actually walk onto my property. It's mine, after all. Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine!

And damn everything else to hell.

Fuck.