boring vortex of despair (you know who you are)

biking home from the dentist this morning i listened to a matchbox 20 song that i've always secretly liked, until i noticed the line, "i'm bleeding and broken."

(subject for another day: aren't fillings supposed to be made of some kind of creepy, indestructible polymer that shouldn't just randomly chip, mandating more dental visits?)

i then started thinking about jessica simpson (who i saw on "the view" while i was sitting in the waiting room at the dentist's) and nick lechey, both of whom are currently plaguing the airways with dueling pop ballads of loss, strength, and redemption.

while i myself am presently stewing in a miserable funk (because my friend offered me her extra ticket to the killers and i can't go because i'll be in dallas doing homework), i'm concerned that black holes of mundane, gloomy drivel are taking over the universe.

rob thomas, jessica simpson, and nick leshea can sort of get away with it because, well, they're too rich and fabulous for anyone to stop them. but such behavior is not for lay people! unless you're david boreanaz (angel), brooding is not attractive. unless you're ben gibbard (death cab for cutie front man), content misery doesn't work. in short, unless you've a whole lot of sex appeal, you don't get to go around flaunting your vague, dysfunctional sadness.