There more I reach for it, the faster it slips away. Things should have been happier by now. How am I supposed to keep it together now?
I hate people that say they miss the old things, but are actually the cause of the fragmentation anyway. Good fucking job, you dip. Other than that, you might realize how much I miss you, all.
Anyway, we all need a break. Teacher’s complain that this is their busiest season, and I hate to break it to them, but it’s ours too. We bring it upon ourselves. We need a national holiday– that way the Jews won’t be upset that we have Christmas anymore.