Thursday - 10:08 p.m.
I'm a cynic. But, I'm not a great cynic. I'm far less honest than what's needed to achieve that level.
True cynicism springs from disappointed idealism.
I'm a cynic because I wanted the world to be a nicer place than it turned out to be, but I'm not a great cynic because I lack the bluntness to tell people around me what complete douchebags they are.
I think I'm too diplomatic. I need to learn to be more of a prick. Maybe then all these bullshit things in my life wouldn't affect me so much.
Maybe then the fact that I found what appears to be a severed finger, lying in the hallway between my apartment and the apartment of my neighbor who has the large barking dogs, wouldn't have me finishing off this bottle of scotch right now.
Now, it could just be a hallucination. I really hope it's just a hallucination.
I was going to go pick it up, but I'm out of paper towels.