nice fucking commute, dipshit

it takes just under an hour. just under an hour to get from my new home to my job on a sporadically-brisk "power" walk. including a "victory cigarette" on the final stretch. i don't mind the exercise or the time -- it's getting out the door earlier in the mourning. that's the pain in the gulliver. that's when i reach for my revolver; that's when it all gets blown away.

day two of the nyc transit strike and the top story on cnn.com is elton john's big gay marriage. how quickly people lose interest. the rest of the country could give two fucks about our transportation crisis. (please give two fucks... i'll settle for one pity fuck... or a nice makeout session... am i still talking about the transit strike...? i don't know -- i'm just so damningly lonely...!)

how useless is the "Straphangers Campaign"? unapologetically.

eff meowking. eff rico. eff jackie. off with their heads. they're dead to me. the lot of them.

new york city sucks. i don't know what the big deal is. nessun dorma.