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Thirteen is bound to be a depressing post. why wouldn't it be? it's the number 13.

today i am having a crisis of faith.

i am in a horrific mood.

a man's tire was burning next to me on the freeway as i came into work at hell today. then his tire fell off.

i don't know what my faith is made of.

if it's just wrapped up in promises that never come to be. my faith is an effing joke. where is the joy for today? where is something going right just for once for fuck's sake?

i've lived on the expectancy of the grace of God for so long and have found myself in a pit of hatred for every bit of my life. except my dog.

i'm also suffering from PMS.

i feel postal.

a shooting range or other cathartic event is needed right now. TaeKwonDo was always good for days of anger and rage.