1980-84-88.... 92 too... too...

(Come on, someone bite. [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] doesn't count!)

I'm feeling so down feeling like history repeats itself wherever I look. Politics, life, BLAH.

So I am going to turn on some Scissor Sisters and do some design work. Except doing design makes me crave cigarettes even more than smelling beer does. But Scissor Sisters makes me smile even when they sing the most god awful depressing stuff ever.

So I don't feel like dancin' but I'm enjoying toe tappin'.