Stupid living

Nothing really works the way you want it to or need it to, and you spend so much time talking about how fucked it all is and how it's not fair and that it should be fair, that everyone should live happy lives and never have any problems and sing kumbya or however you spell that shit, and the world should just be one blissful unicorn party.

 I like the visceral aspects of life. That is, of course, bullshit, because I've never experienced the really visceral aspects of life, but the idea of never experiencing the grit and grime is lame. You're not a real person till you've felt life stab you in the back repeatedly with a rusty steak knife. Or something considerably worse. I don't have anything else to say today.