Some days you just wake up fuckin’ mad at the world.

You know what I’m sayin’. King Kong on the big ‘ol building, swatting away annoying insect airplanes. Pissed and with all the power in the world to do nothing back to life’s tiny, maddening annoyances.

Bukowski said it better.

I want it to be pissing down rain or better yet, white-out ice storm, thunder and lightening, sturm und drang to match my mood inside. Instead i look out my window and it’s a dull, gray sky and a dull, gray city.

Though sometimes, some small spark comes out of it all and lights up a day like this, something that makes one feel better. I try to smile, and take pleasure in life’s smaller joys, rather that it’s over-whelming small annoyances. Otherwise, i just go looking for ways to hurt myself.