If one were to look up my mood for this evening in a dictionary, it could be found under the words 'nasty', 'angry', 'virulent', 'vicious', 'implaceable', and the other pleasant synonyms associated with them. My anger would scorch the Sahara. So, what's causing all this rage to come to the fore? Let's see, user friendly freaks incense me, being ignored and kept in the dark makes the Latin element of my blood boil, pretentions make me mad enough to massacre. You can tell from the first sentence what a hearts and flowers mood i'm in, oh happy, joyful day. You know it's really bad when I start using cliches.

I wouldn't even be in front of this p.c. but for the fact that i'm practically being forcefully glued to the monitor. I knew that all that would come out would be spite. It's almost as bad as being forced to wear a pair of Levi's 501s which I won in a contest, a style I wouldn't be caught sleeping in, the kind which you can't try on without bringing someone with you to the dressing room to help you yank the damn things off once they get stuck on your heels. And now I can't even give the 'prize' away to someone who might actually wear them, no, I have to give them my size so I can have the pleasure of honoring someone by asking them to help pull them off my heels. It took clothes designers more than a century to figure out that jeans are more flattering snug on the hip than stuck on the heels?

Oh great, so now it looks as if it's not only those deformed jeans i'm stuck with. I wasn't satisfied with this entry and wanted to delete it, but it seems as if it can't be done. An appropriate enough closure for this day, why am I even surprised?