trechcoat over my head.

life is pervertic. seriously. life seriously just LOVES to come fuck with me when i'm feeling crappy. i never thought gold 90 could get me depressed, but again i was wrong. i cant believe it. the stupid radio can play 3 horribly cheesy corny crappy songs in succession, and everytime i'd just groan and try to shut it out. and today? it made me feel even worse. grrr. fuck you life.