EPTThe next day, you fantasize about driving a paperweight obelisk through your forehead and the fact that you're too much of a coward to do it is a source of deep shame so you console yourself in the fact that you're not really living life but some sort of shadow of it.
Most days are good. Some days are bad. Sane, non-asshole people, when they have bad days keep it to themselves (unless they have a good reason like getting hit by a car or the story is hilarious), but shitheads post about it to teamliquid.
You know what, I'm fine. I am having a good day. Tomorrow will also probably statistically speaking be a good day. I actually don't have any problems; I just like making shit blogs because I crave attention. I'm sorry I just wasted five minutes of your day. Goodnight, TL.
