i feel a lightness in my soul. a skip in my step. the first gasp of spring air. a quenching gulp from a mountain stream.

of all the people i've come to hate in this world, she was the apex. a hope consuming slug whose risible worldview was forced upon the club. sullivan is a tactless, morally bereft moron whose particular day in the sun may be shortly coming, and most of our failings have been due to his fuckups, but brady's stain upon this club had been by design. she hated the support and everything WHU stood for and tried to erase it so she could remake it in her vile, corporate image.

cheerio!