n'est pas

Ok, now I'm angry. Dare I say even "hoppin' mad". And it's that wonderful irrational anger that will either be taken out on the wrong person or completely supressed because I am hopeless at confrontation. Really there's not a damn thing to be done (nothing that isn't stupid and petty, anyways), which is why I call it irrational, but hell if I still don't want heads to roll. Over people. And then paraded through the revolution-era streets of Paris.

if you happen to have stumbled upon this journal in the very recent past i must look wonderful as all hell. don't worry- the random nonsensical posts should return (hopefully) soon.


here is a picture of a ferret dressed up like superman: