Cowboy, the techno remix from the frozen tundra.

I just wanna dance, sometimes. And techno remixes make that transition from tactless, uncaring asshole to weebly wobbly and uncoordinated dancing fool all the more easy. Actually, alcohol does that. Lots of it.

On to the explaining: Recent discoveries in the Red Ford Focus department have led me to the life of the MP3 CD. How glorious it is to listen to 150+ songs on one cd. The exuberance felt by fucking over the man and dancing and dancing to my heart's content is so righteous that I might, in fact, be giddy.

Top five reasons I hate Meadville:

Reason #5
While washing my car this morning, the soap froze. It was at one of those put the quarters in the machine and use the pressure washer/big brush deals across town that I decided to set up shop this morning. My car had collected a bit O dirt on the 90+ mile trip I made here yesterday (in little over an hour) and rather than let my car sit and look dirty like the rest of the parking lot, I figured she needed a bath. To keep her confidence up, at the very lest. I went to the aforementioned car-washery and popped in a handful of quarters. Everything was going well until the fucking soap started freezing in little pink globules of frozen I hate this fucking place sized ice cubes adorning my car like a cracked out christmas tree. Meadville sucks, I know this would never have happened in a less frozen tundra-like climate.

Reason #4
I hit on the 16 year old cashier at Burger King last night.

Reason #3
Through some freak streak of luck this morning, as I came back from the shower, about five glass bottles flew off the window sill and onto the floor. After precariously prancing about the room trying to avoid glass in my barefeet, I got glass in my barefeet. Turns out, there was a sudden gust of wind accompanied by the pressure change from my opening of the door that smacked the blinds into the bottles with such force that the shards made a bee-line straight for my middle toe. Later during the clean-up process, the glass shards cut my hands up. I have a tiny shard of malevolence lodged firmly in my ring finger at the moment that refuses to budge. Sneering evilly, that glass and this town can go to hell.

Reason #2
This school sucks and the ugly skanks that live here can all go to hell.

Reason #1
As you can tell from reading this far, this town sucks the creativity and humor out of everything, including me. I'm going to go and try to recharge myself maybe have at this later. Maybe not, maybe I will just curl up in a ball and die. That's what it feels like I should do.