Shall I go on another woman-bashing tirade? No. You all know how I can be with my "thing" with chicks so I won't piss anybody off or start a retarded debate over why the hell I shouldn't give up on women. At this moment I fully expect my leg to break in a horribly painful way for no reason or for my shitty automotive conveyance to explode in my face for no reason. After my stomach stops collapsing in upon itself I'm fully preparing myself for the bubbling hate and venomous volcanic wrath that may spill unto people who nowhere near deserve it. You'd think nice guys wouldn't get proverbialy shafted like this. But as always, I had deluded myself into thinking otherwise and sideways about the ways of women. It seems that this'll be one of the few emo-ish entries I'll have this year. And I thought it was going so well. I still have my friends. They'll know what's up. They save me from the bad things in my head. Fortunately (I guess if you can say that), I'm still optimistic about everything. I have to be...or who knows.