Little old lady at the grocers just snarled at me like an animal. Creepy octogenarian.

Ticketmaster is rape, but I have 3 tickets to the Dethklok summer tour now.

Roadkill I just passed. Left side of the lane a fat squirell. Right side a flat cat. Both dead. Tragic and ironic all at once.

The grim smurfer. There are the sorts of things that show up on my desk at work.

Time to beat the masses.

And the balls have dropped. Thats how it all ends.