Tonight I'm listening to The Fragile for the second time after having bought it, what, a hundred years ago? Yes, because I'm just cool that way. 

(Fuck.)

Reznor and I are friends only when I'm dyingburning which I am not right now. No.

I am "peachy." 

I am "fine." 

I am "okay." 

I'm not screamingdyingburning. So just what the fuck is this? It bothers me. Is the subconscious sending me messages again? Danger, danger Will Robinson? Dead times ahead? And what's with this stupid ass weather? And I hate you.

In happier news, Repent is getting kicked out of the strip club, maybe. Ahahahaha! One can always hope, eh?

I just finished reading Blood and Gold.

My quick impression of Anne Rice's vampires:

AR-Vampire-1: I will tell you my deep, dark story.
AR-Vampire-2: Yes, then I will tell you mine.
AR-Vampire-3: I, too, will tell my story.
AR-Vampire-4: Me too.

And et cetera, et cetera.