ok, what in sam hill (does anyone actually say "sam hill?) is the deal-e-o with all the damn stupid writst bands? yeah yeah, livestrong/lance armstrong started it and it was cool, then every tom dick and skittletits mcgee started having them, and now i can't go into a gas station for some burnt crappy coffee and a little debbie licky-chewy snack(mmm, little debbie, you vixen, how i crave your overprocessed high saturated fat siren call) without a half dozen rubber wristbands for sale for a buck or five.

no, it's not the cure for cancer, but that is what is on my mind at 6:45 in the morning after getting a full 1 hour 42 minutes of sleep in a 36 hour period.


oh, and truman capote, that little drug abusing alcoholic fag, sure can write a good story.

onward to mayhem.