Welcome to yet another rant. This week's is about compact discs and why in the hell they are so expensive all of a sudden. Now, as of late, I have been buying my discs online so I have not actually gone out and purchased CD's from a real store for a while, save for the occasional Best Buy stop. Well anyhoo, my birthday was last Sunday... Oh thank you, please hold your applause... Anyway as one of the many gifts that were lavished upon me I received on o them new-fangled gift cards, you know... the ones that look like a credit card? So anyway I got this friggin' card (which, if anyone important is reading this, is just another piece of plastic! Find some other way to do it!) and it was branded with the Sam Goody name. So I went over there. And if you know me, and the odds are pretty good that you do, you know that I have very eclectic tastes. So anyway I started looking for the latest release from the multi-talented Dr. Dre. Well after a few minutes I did find it, along with its $19.99 PRICE TAG!!!!!! What in the hell is this world coming to when a few ounces of plastic, some paper and a lttle aluminum will set ya back 20 bucks?? I mean come on, kids.. everyone knows that you can make a damn CD for 12 cents, and I'll be damned if I drop 3 lunches to add 15 songs to my collection unless it's one of those superhuman ones that will do my laundry, pay my dish bill and make me sone damn ravioli while I kick back and enjoy The Simpsons, or something. And it also should be pretty enough that you can give it away for an engagement gift. Maybe that's why they call them jewel boxes. But anyway, my point is that 20 bucks for a CD is OUTRAGEOUS, and you stuffed shirts at the damn record companies better listen up and take action, or America will be forced to succomb to your profiteering. Of course that's just my opinion, I could be wrong....

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OK class, welcome to the very first Gripe of the Week™, as presented to you by me. Today's lesson is on relationships, and how pointless they are and how much they suck.

As you all know, Monday of this week was Valentine's Day. It's a day meant to celebrate love and your significant other. But what does it do to us singles? I can only remember one year, 1997, where I actually looked forward to the cookie-cutter, Hallmark™ holiday. Even then it was a big charade, because what I had then apparently wasn't meant to be. Of course I was still in high school, when nothing at all means anything, But still, it was a cruel lesson in fate that taught me one thing: love wasn't meant for me. And if you differ, you ain't asposda be readin' this. Anyhoo, this theory was proved over and over during the next 3 years as I went from relationship to worthless relationship, each one never seeing the 60 day mark and always broken off by a cruel, heartless, backstabbing wench of a female. Which taught me another fact of life: never trust females. Especially if they are romantically linked to you. Now where was I? Oh yeah... what February 14th means to singles. Well, if you are like me, you know you will never meet a fulfilling mate, and Valentine's only slams the ol' truth home harder than you can imagine. You see all your friends walking around all snooty-like, holding their girlfriend's/boyfriend's/wife's/husband's hand and it makes you want to walk up and just punch 'em both in the face for being so happy and lovey-dovey around you. (If I seem a little bitter, perhaps I am, but I reserve the right to be.... Bitterness © me) Which brings me to my final point of the evening: give up the phony masquerade that is courtship and romance. It will make you bitter but hell... it will spare ya some pain and, besides, you deserve it.

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