I am a perfectionist. I want the world the way I want it, when I want it, and I'm never satisfied with the results. It drives me. It penetrates me. It destroys me. It destroys the world around me. I am employed by a corporation that is driven by perfectionist ideals. I am a citizen of a nation that is bent on nihilistic utopia. God help us all...
Confession posted on 09/03/2002