right.

third entry.

hostility, man. that's what this is tonight. i'm just hostile in general. male pms or something.

sometimes i think society was better off before all these antiviolence rules. sometimes you just gotta let it out. instead all we got are punching bags and gym equipment. big solid manmade things of steel and rubber and foam and plastic that you can beat up and tear into without hurting this nice fragile little shell of a society we've got.

go on, let it all out. kick around that punching bag. tear that nordictrak around. show 'em who's boss. or just lace on some shoes and run. run to get fit. run all over the place. run away.

better yet, be like me. sit here and type futile little notes into some online diary shit while you'd feel a lot better breaking something. a bottle, a window, someone else.

how did things get so bad? jesus christ. now i'm a raving maniac. if this laptop wasn't worth a few hundred dollars and if it didn't assure me a pink slip by tomorrow, i'd chuck this machine out the window and then break every other window with a chair. this place needs some noise.

heh. all right, that made me grin a little. good nuff for me. i'm gonna go do something else. talk, sleep, work out.

least that woman stopped snoring. or if she's still snoring, which i bet she is, she's not being so damn LOUD about it.

i feel better.