today, we're taking a detour. the world is not a beautiful place. all we are while we live and breathe are sacks of flesh and bone who use up every possible resource available and suck the souls out of one another for enjoyment. then when we die, we continue to take up space underground where our bodies rot, or in a pretty jar that sits on someone's mantel. what's the point of trying? do we ever really find anything worthwhile, anything to keep us happy? hapiness is fleeting, we'd much rather wallow in our collective misery and bemoan our tortured fate. it's impossible to be content for long, we always want more and more...god, i know i don't really mean any of this, and i certainly am not the type that's desperate enough to want to end it all, but still - sometimes the option of being nothing as opposed to being here trapped on this planet with the rest of you looks pretty fucking good. i'm just pissed, i'll get over it as i always do, but today has been a less than stellar morning, and my son is rubbing captain crunch (with crunchberries!) into the carpet. in fact, i think i'm feeling better already. you know, when i was younger, i always said i was going to eat off paper plates and save the good dishes for smashing when i got mad...and i think it's been a good 4 years since i got so mad i broke something. nothing like laying your boyfriend's watch down on the driveway and taking a baseball bat to it. what's even better is the look on their face when you give it to them in a ziploc bag. or smashing your walkman with a hammer...gotta hand it to good old fred. breaking stuff feels good. ...yup, i feel much better! enlightened, even. time to eat. maybe even watch half-baked. "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, you're cool, and fuck you. I'm out."