Basically, all that I have to say, I said in my subject line. I hate everyone, I hate everything, I wish Mom would flush it all away. Make things right again. But she won't. We haven't fucked her up enough yet to piss her off. Christ Cakes and Dollar Bills. I'm still waiting for this world to end. But shit, I'll probably die before that happens. Figures. I'm jettin now. If you read this, please fuck off and die.