Never use a cruelty when a joke will do in its place

Met up with Chris at Bauhaus. We tried going to Machiavelli, but it was waaaay packed, so we ended up at Linda's. (Linda's Tavern being the last place Kurt Cobain was seen alive. Not that that influenced our decision to go there. It was just the closest place that had booze. Besides the Baltic Room and the Capitol Club, that is.) So we sat, and drank, and talked, and drank, and talked, and then Brian joined us. We then proceeded to drink, and talk, and drink and...you get the idea. Chris took off to pick up Michaela. Brian and I killed the pitcher and then went our separate ways.

I'm at home now. They were just showing footage of the Mardi Gras riots on tv. Now, personally, I derive much satisfaction from watching drunken fraternity brothers beat the living shit out of eachother. But when those same people go out and beat the living shit out of people who are being at least somewhat responsible, and are just trying to have some fun, it deeply bothers me. I mean, some fucking 21-year old kid goes out to have a good time and ends up dead because some drunken jackasses let their testosterone run wild and decide to randomly attack people. What the fuck is up with that? Maybe the next earthquake will take out those fuckers. ARRRRGH! FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!!!!! I have no sympathy for people who have the ability, but choose not to control themselves. Fuck those sons-o-bitches.

Anyway...gonna go see Enemymine and Swarming Hordes with Stacy tomorrow at the Sit & Spin. RAWWWWWWK. Put up yr devil horns.

Someone's selling rubble from yesterday's earthquake on eBay. Do they have no shame?