Monday, October 13, 2003

"And just when I think that things are in place, the heavens are secure, the whole thing explodes in my face."

Just Another Day - Oingo Boingo

Sometimes it's easy to feel like one has, contrary to the belief of a small minority, not Midas' touch but Bernie Hincklemeyer's touch, a touch that smears all things in aged automobile sludge.

I have recently come to the conclusion that I am my own worst enemy.

"Help me get away from myself."

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