02.16.2005 / 8:27 p.m.

I give up. It's raining, I feel dejected and I'm drowning my sorrows in a bowl of cold cereal, hip-widening carbs be damned.

Now all I need is a cigarette and an E11iot Smith album.

Or J*wbreaker. That'll do too because anger is also on the bill of goods tonight.

then ... now