February 22, 2004

10:20 p.m.


everyone smells...

i'm not bitter. i'm hormonal.

and i'll hate those seven dollars i lost forever and compensate by hoarding every seven dollars afterwards and understand why corporate pinstripe-suited jackasses who screw over the little guy can exist at all because i'll be a fucking billionaire and i'll light a fucking bonfire with all the money i have and don't need and laugh in the face of every starving minimum-wage worker who wouldn't be able to afford a concert ticket if his life depended on it.

and how goddamn self-righteous i used to be thinking people like that act only out of greed.

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