okayokayokay, you guys... I may go back to therapy sooner than I planned. That is, before I'm Skeletor's twin again. Satisfied? Probably not.

But I need to get my shit back under control because this is fucking ridiculous.

On the brightside, fucking my ipod over has led me to rediscover the glory of compact discs.

and mix CDs for sure. and playlists. and frostwire.


and oregon trail?