teenage angst

Just got off working a double shift and don't have much in the way of a capacity for coherence at the moment. It may be the delirium induced by spending over ten hours in the bar today, but I ran across Mortified today and think that it's a great idea. Especially since they're starting a "chapter" here in Austin. Airing my teenage angst in public sounds fabulously therapeutic. I've been back over some of my journals that they're talking about and read some of the truly horrid poetry I wrote. The only word to truly describe them is hilarious. Hilarious in an excruciatingly uncomfortable way that makes me exceptionally happy to no longer be a teenager.