I wish I knew what was going on, but right now, everything just seems fucked up.
Yeah, I just used that word. Sorry M and others who don't like it.
But it fits.
Was going to whine about how I'm mad at myself for screwing things up in my life, but I don't know. Maybe I'll just rant about language. Or pseudointellectualism. Or any of the other random things that I could write about.
Well, enjoy what I found on Matador.
Notes on the Underground