They say that Richard Cory owns one half of this whole town,
With political connections to spread his wealth around.
Born into society, a banker's only child,
He had everything a man could want: power, grace, and style.

But I - I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm living
And I curse my morphology
And I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be
Richard Cory.

The papers print his picture almost everywhere he goes:
Richard Cory at the opera, Richard Cory at a show.
And the rumor of his parties and the orgies on his yacht!
Oh, he surely must be happy with everything he's got.

But I - I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm living
And I curse my morphology
And I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be
Richard Cory.

He freely gave to charity, he had the common touch,
And they were grateful for his patronage and thanked him very much,
So my mind was filled with wonder when the evening headlines read:
"Richard Cory went home last night and put a bullet through his head."

But I - I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm living
And I curse my morphology
And I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be
Richard Cory.

IT'S A SONG?

I had no idea. Hahahaha

IT'S A SONG?

I had no idea. Hahahaha.

I still remember reading that poem in English class in high school and being all smug that I knew the ending while everybody else was all, "WHAT!!!" when they read it.

Wednesday evening.

My brother got me all set up. I think I'm done with Windows. Soooooooo smoove.

No need for violence, just tell her she's got a game misconduct and show her the door.

As I said in the GDT, the call on Rivet was horseshit. The Bruins player was holding onto Rivet's stick like it was the last fucking raft on the Titanic.

No need for violence, just tell her she's got a game misconduct and show her the door.

As I said in the GDT, the call on Rivet was horseshit. The Bruins player was holding onto Rivet's stick like it was the last fucking raft on the Titanic.

So I just got back from playing Racquetball at UB.

I had different competition today than normal, this competition being much better. It was so much fun! Lost two of three games but every rally and point was just rediculous.

It's amazing, and this is not just in sports, but it seems that when your put against someone better than yourself, your playing level rises some as well.
My friend whom I normally play is a little worse than I, yet when I play him the games are generally close. Today I played someone who was excellent, and because of that my game seemed to rise.
...sort of like how the Sabres can lose to some of the shittiest teams sometimes, yet pull out outstanding performances against the toughest of teams.

Just some food for thought. Btw, anyone around here play racquetball?

I hate workplace politics. Fucking horseshit.