waking nightmares

once again it's after 5:00am and i'm wide awake, dreaming of sleep. sigh.

after about 2 hours of rolling around i've decided to come hear and whine about it.

did you hear/read about this? i'm absolutely disgusted. the people who would take advantage of the tsunami to pluck up orphans for sex/slave trade?!? they should be gathered up and forced to share a 3' by 3' room with George Bush, a bible, William Hung, and three angry wolverines. then they should receive an enema of fire ants. after being tortured to death they will be portrayed by Eric Roberts in the tv movie.

fuck em.

if i was religious at all, i'd be keeping an eye out for the horsemen right about now.

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