universe: if you gave R. Kelly a platinum-selling hit record after all the shit that he's done, simply because he said "Heaven, I need a hug," well right now I am needing a hug way more than R. Kelly.
I can't take out my rage or exasperation on anyone because it comes from everyone. Oh, I can't even get involved: Biff calls up the financial aid people and leaves a message and they never call him back. He calls them and they never call him back. Hell is Limbo and Limbo is Hell, don't let Pope Benificience XVI tell you different.
As it stands, I'm considering taking things into my own hands and stopping by MIAD myself, but I'm scared I'm just going to fuck things up more. On the other hand, nothing else appears to be happening and entropy gets in my viscere so much right now. So it's a toss-up.