....emo. Yeah, that's me. Emo, emo, emo, angst, angst, angst. Minus the cutting and tight pants, 'cause children, you don't want to see these thighs that up-close. That is way beyond the point. Lately, I've been going through a lot. If you check my facebook, you'll get it there. If not, let's call it a long series of curses wrapped around the holidays, my health and my car. A lot on the car. Oh, and on my mate's mom. Oooooh, that woman steams my veggies like nothing else. (I'm trying to make this post light-hearted or else I'll get really worked up all over again into a nice hot rage.) I think I need more cute and fuzzy things in my life. If you would like to donate to the Save Xkashent's Sanity Foundation, please feel free to submit a payment of one raccoon, bat or opossum to your local FA account. Or, if you have something cuter or fuzzier, I'll take those, too. I'm not picky. Okay, I am, but I'm feeling desperate here, people (er, non-people). Seriously. Fuzzy.