sensitive, touchy-feely.

we're starting a new blog this coming weekend. it's a merge between cleverland and rantcorp, only softer, more sensible, and sensitive to peoples' feelings. and ethics, lots of material on ethics.
hold your breath.

That was Then, This is Noir

Although I'm not quitting smoking until tomorrow, I am already covered in cold sweat, and I have at least ten really cheap excuses to postpone it for another month, and I am having panic-angst-assaults from buying nicotine chewing gums, which means I have to quit tomorrow. kggaaah. (trying saying this out loud as if you were a zombie). I have decided to replace my nasty addiction with, hmm..anger and fear. Not good. Perhaps this is the perfect opportunity to start exploring whether I am into serious perversities, or maybe even terrorism.

Fuck, I may even take up knitting.

süperliga

M's shot. one of us has a banging hangover.

HVOR ER MIT ORDENSPOLITI???

yes.yes.yes. I have finally given in to the economic pressures of adult life. Adult - I meant of course, my debt-ridden, ontologically challenged, sophistically pottytrained, sodden good-for-nought-existence as employed. I look after kids. Screaming hordes of the little fuckers. I am NOT getting used to being covered in snot and squished banana. Piss. yes I am.

Well..hell.. I have enough material to rant on about for the next decade. I hate kindergarten teachers. just fucking hate them.