tomorrow is my birthday.

and if this weekend is a precursor to what tomorrow will be like, i might as well just stay in bed all day. this one takes the cake for worst birthday ever. what a terrible weekend this has been. actually, what a terrible month this has been.

Something's really fucking fishy.

Besides the fact that I might blow up my fucking piece of shit Cadillac, some shit just isn't adding up and I'm really pissed off about it. The problem herein is that I am vengeful. Oh well.