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This is another one of those times in the year where I only write here when I\’m experiencing an extreme-ish emotion. Right now, I\’m on the negative end of the spectrum and am not feeling particularly PC.

A reason I\’m anti-social…

1. I can\’t fucking stand smokers. I\’m not talking about old grampas that smoke pipes (that shit smells good) or folks in their 60s that still smoke cigs solely because they can\’t shake the habit. I\’m talking about young dumb idiots that smoke, so that anytime I go somewhere, I have to choke up and not be able to breathe for the duration of my stay at \”Camp Somewhere\”. Tonight, I went to Cafe Artiste (gay name, good food and free wireless) with Anthony, Kenneth, and Christian and just now realised a little while ago that I smell like cigarette smoke because a group of douchebags decided they\’d come have deep conversation and smoke fags and look sophisticated. There are very few things more disgusting or unflattering than a human bean my age plus or minus 10 years that smokes. Nigga, you went through that D.A.R.E. bullshit just like I did. I\’d much rather you do crack or heroin because at least you\’d do that in the privacy of your own cardboard box or outhouse and die a lot quicker than a cigarette will kill you with cancer. Fuck going to bars and having to stand amongst featherweight assholes who started smoking in Jr. High hoping they\’d look tough, still exuding the same faux-masculinity blowing their cigarette smoke in my face like I\’m not standing there and I won\’t body them. And the only reason that I do not is because I\’m there for my best friend\’s graduation party. Basically, fuck a smoker my age, I hope you die soon and can\’t get health insurance from anyone. And smoke or eat. Pick one. Don\’t do both. Ashtrays at dinner tables, what the fuck already.

Actually, I only have one reason for being anti-social right now. This post is mostly an excuse to bitch about losing a very large collection of music I\’ve amassed over the years because of an iPod screw up. I lost so much music that I\’ll never be able to replace (as in, the people that made the music no longer even have copies of some of these songs and these songs were never released to the public, or they are albums that have been out of print for at least 10, with like 10,000 copies made and they were all sold in Asia that I\’ll never be able to reacquire, not even with the internet), in my temporary insanity I half seriously considered puncturing my eardrums tonight with a cotton swab so I\’d never have to bother with listening to music again. Really, I just don\’t even care about music right now, I\’m so angry. If you\’d like to see how angry I was when it happened, you can click here. Sorry, Mom, Dad, or anyone easily offended by strong language and sophomoric temper tantrums if you are reading this, but that\’s just the way I feel about the shit.

I don\’t think I\’ll purposely make myself deaf, because that would be deserving of a Darwin Award (plus I\’m already blind as it is, who needs to be deaf too? And dumb. Deaf, Dumb, & Blind), but I\’ll probably end up giving my iPod to Kenneth when he moves to Denver in March as a parting gift, because I have no desire to use the one I have after this major fuck up.

I hate everything right now.

My birthday is next, next Sunday (the 6th) and I turn 24. I kind of want to die by the time I\’m 50 years old, so I\’ve lived about half my life already.

That kind of sucks.

Because I can\’t remember shit from 6 years ago.

What a rotten fucking week. \”My\” bike got stolen on Monday.

And fuck smokers. Extra-specially all you Alcoholic Vegan Hippie Activist Smokers. I hope you choke to death on medium rare steak in your dreams.

And why don\’t they make AutoCAD for Mac OS? Fuck.

I\’ll try to post when I\’m in a better mood next time.