There are days when whatever dim sense of hope I have for life simply grows dimmer and dimmer. Today’s one of those day.
It’s that kind of day when another asshole thinks s/he is the center of the world, and everyone else who thinks otherwise are jerks.
Lovely bunch of meat that the world -or at least my line of sight- could surely do without.
Nevertheless, they do present those lovely times when listening to the likes of Dishammer becomes such a pure joyful moment of misanthropy.
