But I'm listening to Adele and reading through some of my old writing. And who can be unhappy when you've got Adele and nostalgia on your side? Serious question, you guys.

Just finished the Mid-season finale of South Park. What a fucking episode, right? Not at all what I was expecting and honestly kind of a huge bummer. I mean, I suspected they were ending SP after this season, but that was brutal.

Did anyone else watch it and find it kind of tacky that Trey and Matt went so far out of their way to confirm to the world that they think their own show is childish and shitty?

All of that aside, I've had a few things (people) on my mind today. I've made an executive decision--I clearly need to keep my mouth shut. Because it gets me into all sorts of trouble with the wrong people. Had several less-than-pleasant talks today that kind of woke me up from my 'love' induced stupor.

Hello, Taylor. Welcome back to Earth. You've got bills to pay and shit to take care of. What on earth were you thinking?

Can't say I don't feel the slightest bit slighted by this whole thing, can't say that I'm not frustrated by all the shit that's been laid bare today, but. Fecal matter happens, right?

In the word of Adele:

There's a fire starting in my heart
Reaching a fever pitch, and it's bringing me out the dark
Finally I can see you crystal clear
Go ahead and sell me out and I'll lay your shit bare
See how I'll leave with every piece of you
Don't underestimate the things that I will do

There's a fire starting in my heart
Reaching a fever pitch
And it's bringing me out the dark

The scars of your love remind me of us
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all
The scars of your love, they leave me breathless
I can't help feeling
We could have had it all
Rolling in the deep