Oh. He didn't know.

I felt like putting a bullet through the eye of every panda that wouldn't screw to save it's species.
I wanted to open the dump valves on oil tankers and smother all those French beaches I'd never see.
I wanted to breathe smoke.

--c. palanchuk, Fight Club

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And, as if three days of depression, anger, envy, and general shittiness aren't enough
I've lost my wallet. Despite seeing it my hand and putting it away when I left the club last night.
Somehow, it is gone.

Fuck you world.
Fuck you very much.