OHBABYnumber1

I've recently noticed that I like to talk to myself often, and its a shame that I never really remember what about. Otherwise, I would probably write more often. Thing is, when I actually catch myself having a one man conversation, it always makes me want to laugh and I've yet to decide whether from embarrassment or amusement. I always envision one of those stereotypical crazy people who mumble to themselves, their coats draped over their hung heads, their hair a matted mess, as they awkwardly shuffle quickly down a dark and cluttered alley. I suppose if you want attention, thats one way to get it.

FUCKKKK MY HAIRRRR FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK
SHITFUCKFUCKINGBITCHHOEKUMQUATMELONFUCKEREMAILBANANABALLSDICKimgoddamn hungryIWISHCTRLZEXISTEDGAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHLMAOOCEANLEMONADEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKETOMAHAWKFACIALVITAMIN SEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Well, that's the gist of what I'm feeling inside right now. I swear I'm completely normal.

There's really nothing like driving down the freeway, cruising along at 80 mph with your windows all the way down, when you begin to realize that you're wedged between two large 18 wheelers and a twitch of your wrist might possibly lead to your sudden and early demise. Now that is livin' the dream. I lived the dream today. Don't be jealous.