If you can't say something cynical, don't say anything at all.

I think this universe is beginning it's assault on my very existence.

Finally.

Heh. You'd think it would have stopped beating around the bush years ago.

But now, during a time when I should be thinking of rock concerts and glazed over sulking in the shadows what do I do?

Have the other car break down in the midst of 15 hour workdays.

Indeed.

Oh and Peaches...all those hopeful speeches you undoubtedly heard at your graduation about new beginnings and whatnot, just know this....

....it's the beginning of the end. *manical laughter*

Ah sweet cynicism. How I love it.