I used to like NIN but my angsty ethereal manchild housemate is playing them while he does the dishes and it's makin me wanna flykick things. Not healthy. I feel I may actually be over Reznor's tongue in cheek destruction. He should go 'n have a little cry, maybe talk to Morrissey about personal expression. Ah dear. I like to go get drunk with my brother now. Productive, joyful things just ain't cutting it today. Maybe I should talk to Reznor about self-expression.