Too much cynicism makes the baby go blind. Or makes the cat suck the life out of it. Or something.
Yeah, its New York Insert Your Expletive City, and Im just one of the eight million stomach-churning people crawling around down here amongst the misery. Theres a lot of unhappiness, right? Its exponential, we all make each other less happy, its like 8,000,000473,291 unhappy.
And Im number last.
Unhappy, unhappier, and heres me: -est. -iest once you take off the y. And if you happen to be joyful and fulfilled, contented, potent, blossoming, elated, fanciful, excellent or swell, then, well, I sincerely hope you dont step in acid or choke on your frappicino or lose a thumb or anything. Really. I welcome you to mock my pain on a regular basis. Hell, its cheaper than yoga and not trendy yet so you wont have to walk around for three weeks with henna tatoos in order for your investment banker friends to be impressed at your cutting-edge-ness. Because they still think its okay to call anything cutting-edge.
Isn't she dreamy?
On the also-Dark-but-in-a-cheery-sort-of-way Side, you may peruse the fine selection of Afro Ken merchandise at Hot Topic.
Ok, you can also browse the African National Congress gopher server, which must have been left running in a closet somewhere. And it's probably wrong to even point to the poor thing. Please do not make it fall down go boom.
And I've learned a very valuable lesson about Gaim. At least I think it's valuable, and it's probably about Gaim. But I should no longer suffer from the delusion that I'm connected to AIM when I am, in fact, not. Are there any better clients out there? Don't really use the thing enough to have shopped around, to be honest.