Genocide: A fun way to pass a lazy afternoon

Wanna know about my life? A fellow named Spider Jerusalem (who conveniently enough doesn’t exist) summed it all up nicely:

By four o’clock, I had discounted suicide in favor of killing everyone else in the entire world instead.

That’s beautiful man. Brings tears to my eyes every time I read it.

But on another note, I was thinking last night about regrets. I don’t mean the sort of every day regrets like, “I regret I had that last beer.” “I regret I didn’t get the name of that chick who was slobbering all over my dick last night.” Nah, I mean the BIG regrets. The deep down ones that when you’re lying on your deathbed kicking the sheets at the injustice of it all you think to yourself – dammit, I really wish I’d done THIS.

So, what’s your deep down regret? What do you know now you’ll regret for the rest of your life? Me, I know I’ll regret never having killed someone. I think I can assume I’ll never have that opportunity in this life but damn, I will regret not having known that feeling.

Enough morbidity. The sun is shining, my hair is falling out and in a mere seven hours there’s nearly an entire case of beer in the fridge. What a lovely day.