you say you mean well
you don't know what you mean
Fuckin' oughta stay the hell away
From things you know nothing about

- Elliott Smith

Pretentious with my glass of "not-so-fine" port. I wish I could be more oblique, but sometimes it's hard to be subtle in the face of such overwhelming... crap. Or perhaps, it is indeed the venom I feel coursing throughout my emotions so often. I'm not too sure. It's food for thought, I suppose.

But, really, does anyone really care?