Where is one of those punching clown things when you need one?

Fuck. Fuck. Fuckety Fuck.

*throws things just to hear them break*

I could write a rant, but I don't bloody feel like it. And what the hell good would it do? Not a godsdamned bit, that's what.



Oh, and Canada? I am SO not your friend right now. Go to your room. We'll talk later when I can form complete, non-expletive sentences.

*takes iPod, sits out on porch for a while*

ETA: Of course the bloody link to the Edmonton Journal doesn't work.

*tries one that does, goes outside*

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Do any of you watch The Brotherhood? I'm probably going to be able to see the first episode tonight or tomorrow. It looks like it could be really, really good. And I'll probably be sent to hell or Out West if I don't at least try it.

Besides, I generally love stuff like this. And Jason Isaacs doing The Accent? The only thing better than that is if Alan Rickman decided to try it. I can't even do one, and I've lived here for *counts* erm. A long time. Not that I'd want to do one, mind you.

In other news, I feel vaguely nauseous. And I have to work today. I gotta start getting more sleep.

ETA: it's actually called just "Brotherhood". My bad.