When you're really, truly angry for a perfectly justifiable reason ... when there are so few people who know how to properly punctuate their writing no matter how much you complain and mock ... when the Xanax bottle is empty ... when that bitch keeps taking the good parking spot ... when you're ready to sic a ninja on anyone who dares speak to you ... when you just don't want to take it out on the dog again ... when you think you'll die if you have to hear the "High School Musical" soundtrack one more time ... when your Internet connection is so @^#$*#% slow ... when sending a dead possum in the mail again just seems a bit too much ... when people continue to put two spaces between sentences ... when you have to push "mute" every time you hear that jackass of a president try to speak ... when flames are shooting out your ears because the phone won't stop ringing ... when Taco Bell just can't get your order right ...
Don't just sit there. Do something. Visit You Are Damned to damn a soul or twelve. It's one of the most valuable services available on the web, it's free, and you'll feel better.
Your dog will thank you.
--Jen
P.S. By having shared this brilliant web site with you, I am immune from all damning. Don't even think about it.
June 19: You are hereby damned
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Thanks for sharing that. You broke me of the two-space dysfunction a couple of years ago (thank you very much). I agree with all your comments except that I also have to turn the channel when "W" is on because the smirk is just as annoying as the Texas twang. ;)
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Or you could try 'Broken Chairs' by Built to Spill. Killer whistle solo.
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