"Kill your mother, kill your father, shit your pants, and eat your dog."
The Jester and I had to reschedule, because I don't know.
Actually, I'm too lazy to explain.
I'm still getting faded on Sunday, if it fucking kills me.
Quote of the day; "If it's your bitch in my shit, it's your bitch you check."
Satan was laughing the other day, because I always say the same thing when I'm pissed off.
I'm watching Singles, because...Bridget Fonda.
When Matt Dillon says, "Bless you," in the elevator I die.
Sometimes I feel like I'm stuck in Huxley's novel, Brave New World.
Terrible, isn't it?
Sometimes I do things to shock people, because it's funny.
Is it bad that I think it's fun to fuck with people?
I recently reread Breakfast of Champions by Kurt Vonnegut.
Every character is equally as important as all the others, he gives an equal amount of details about each of them.
It reminds me of A Visit From The Goon Squad, it uses a similar literary device; each chapter is about a different character and they're all connected by all these minor details.
The song of the day is A Better Place, A Better Time by Streetlight Manifesto.
It sort of really resonates with me...
"What does it matter? It doesn't matter. Anti-matter."
Pretty much.
"I try not to care too much."
Pfft, *laugh*
Nobody believes him about that.
At least I don't.
And cute boy requested a name change, I really can't think of anything.
But he sure does give me stupid butterflies.
Let's make this moment count.
Because this moment is already gone...
We could do so much with a single second, and I'll make it worth something.
Life is finite.
I'm just going to have fun, because who cares?
Why should it matter what we do with all these moments?
As long as we're happy.
I know I was comatose for a long time, smoking away my memories.
It's time to deal with shit, acknowledge it and move on.
There's a huge world out there; "If you are unhappy change what you are doing."
Maybe I'm always wrong, maybe I'm silly, but maybe I'll end up happy.
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