Bad things suck.
Other tidbits of joy:
- Why is it when you cry and cry and cry and cry, you get a headache afterwords? Punishment for weakness?
- I'm very sleepy.
Music for frozen coffee-slurping suburban punks who drive to the mall in their mommy's minivans to buy Star Wars t-shirts and heavy metal key chains from Hot Topic on Sunday mornings. I'm sad that I'm crazy. I'm even sadder that you're stupid.