good God, it's friday

moving all week, being stuck at boring work, finally getting over being sick, and it being hotter than the infernos of hell out there have made me very short on the creativity....or it could be i haven't done enough drugs lately.

there is a fine line between excessive sarcasm and permanent bitterness

top 5 favorite phrases:
5. morally ambigious
4. eternal consequences
3. shut up
2. take it easy (used as a farewell)
1. see? i told you i was right. but does anyone ever listen to me? noooo. but they should.

and what's up with the baseball players setting a strike date of august 30? the average salary for a ball player is $2.38 million. million. million. $2.38 million. league minimum is a healthy $200,000. these guys are getting paid ridiculous amounts of money to play a game! paid to play games! christ, i'll go out there for 200,000 and sit on the bench all season if all they give me is one pinch hit to bunt. paid to play a game. and the major concern? a luxury tax (a watered down salary cap) that will keep players' salaries from rising higher and higher every season. oh, i'm sorry that $2.38 million isn't enough for you to live your lifestyle. i mean, God forbid that you had a real job and were only pulling down $60 thou a year. abject poverty that's what that is! i love baseball. i used to play it as a kid. i love the duel between pitcher and hitter. the way a double play is turned. how the fans believe screaming just might have the ability to cause that foul ball to land on the other side of the pole and be fair. i love it. i love playoffs. i love the fall classic. sport is the pure competition and i love it. but it makes me sick to see people fighting over money when they are already paid more than any real job--teacher, policeman, fireman, doctor, construction worker, garbage man, short-order cook (i need my corned beef hash). they play a game for a living. they do something a lot of us spend our childhood dreaming of. and all they are doing now is shattering that dream. i love baseball, but i don't know for how much longer...

i don't want you to give it all up and leave your own life collecting dust. and i don't want you to feel sorry for me. you never gave us a chance to be. and i don't need you to be by my side to tell me that everything's alright. i just wanted you to tell me the truth. you know i'd do that for you.
--hoobastank, "running away"