Your cocktail sir,





2006-04-25 - 2:30 p.m.

I have two days until I can escape this fiendish prison, if only for 96 Hours. But they will be 96 hours of mirth. I'm guessing.

I hate people. It's that simple. I'm lumping everyone into that category. I hate to do it, but I figure if I'm going to be making blanket bitter statements, I can't go with the exclusions and exceptions. Because I'm just a man, and not a religion. Though that would be nice, the worshiping and the tax exempt status. But, as my friend Wendy onced quipped, Brocade is the friend of no man.

Now, as usual when I type these things lately, I've lost focus. The ennui of keeping up the bitterness becomes not worth it after a while. Or, 3 minutes, I suppose.

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