Linkin Park to the Rescue

*sings* I've become so numb...the Bea Cave has magically transformed into a really wicked mosh pit and I imagine myself crowd surfin' with the best of 'em.... Have had another day of isolation at work and after popping the cork on a mighty fine bottle of wine (Australian Chardonnay called Tin Dog-if you can get it-do so-it's a nice crisp treat), I've come to some truths:
Truth- I cannot handle isolation-I need contact and human interaction
Truth-I cannot handle traffic-this does not mean I'm a weak person-I become evil after sitting in grid lock and I end up cursing all drivers from Virginia because they've got shitty driving habits-yes I do sincerely believe all VA drivers should be forced to turn in their licenses- the far left lane is reserved for those of us who drive mach 5 with our hair on fire not those who cruise at 45 mph-get over it-it's not "Make Your Own Lane Day"
Truth- I will alwaya have debt-there will always be bills to pay and it's pointless to spend my time worrying about paying bills
Truth- Popcorn is yummie after consuming large amounts of wine
Truth-I require some peace in my life, I deserve time to recharge my batteries. I am worthy of a disconnect every now and then.
Truth- Linkin Park should be played at the loudest decibal possible-loud enough to make the mirrors of your car vibrate