Confession of a Cynic
You know, I'm getting more and more cynical with the passage of time. I drove by one of College City's many sorority mansions this afternoon on my way to campus and uttered a profanity just looking at a couple of party girls dressed up for Monday dinner. This episode leads me to believe that I need:
A wife
A job that pays moderately well
A pint of Guinness
A piece of land and some cans to shoot at
This combination of stress-relieving materials and abstracts would allow me to relieve some of my cynicism. Instead, I'll now load up a Gregorian chant CD and spend two or three hours listening to the Quran. Whoohoo, party time!
UPDATE: Oh, one more thing. A couple of months ago (before I started blogging) I saw a harbinger of the Apocalypse, something that told me that the anti-Christ was on his way. That anti-Christ? Scott Stapp. That harbinger? Creed released a greatest hits album.
Creed. Yeah, okay, so I suppose they debuted in what, 1997? So that's... Wait, you have to be kidding me. Creed's been out for seven or eight years? That can't be right...
This combination of stress-relieving materials and abstracts would allow me to relieve some of my cynicism. Instead, I'll now load up a Gregorian chant CD and spend two or three hours listening to the Quran. Whoohoo, party time!
UPDATE: Oh, one more thing. A couple of months ago (before I started blogging) I saw a harbinger of the Apocalypse, something that told me that the anti-Christ was on his way. That anti-Christ? Scott Stapp. That harbinger? Creed released a greatest hits album.
Creed. Yeah, okay, so I suppose they debuted in what, 1997? So that's... Wait, you have to be kidding me. Creed's been out for seven or eight years? That can't be right...
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OK, so what do you have against Creed? Inquiring minds want to know!
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