the devil went down to georgia

i don't have anything to say. my mind is shut down and my voice is a little off.

my throat is too sore as well, after yelling various lines like "you fucking DICKSMACK!" and "where the SHIT are you going to GO, asshole?" and "you are OBVIOUSLY a CUNT!" for the duration of the eleven hours it took me to get from home back to school.

it's not road rage. it's me expressing my inner feelings.