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I wish I could be normal. Then, thanks to the wonderful invention of intoxication products, I had a second thought. Being really fucked up is almost like a defense mechanism. Some person might come and talk to me and then I'd say something completely random and fucked up and then it's obvious if they are really all that interested. I remember once at 4th Coast, this really pretty gal sat next to me at the bar and started talking about something extremely inadequate. I just looked at her and said "you should try acid, it'll help," she left immediately following that statement. She went and sat next to the preppy table alone and within twenty seconds the preppy fucks hit on her, before she even said a word. Defense, yes. What a fucked up world this is.
Fuck being normal, I wish I was telepathic, and those people I choose to be telepathic with are also telepathic. Then I wouldnt have to say anything. It'd be like looking at a picture. And if the two pictures look at eachother and think they're worth it, then great. Wouldnt that be better? Maybe I just had too much vodka today. You tell me.
On a side note. I figured out a huge piece of the midwest that I miss. Straight roads. No zig-zags or ninety degree turns, just straight and wide. Like Hoffman road. Oh yeah, two lanes is a biggy. Try driving on interstate 15. Seven lanes and nobody obeys the speed limit and if you do then some jackass is just gonna ride 4 inches from your bumper even though there are six other lanes he could choose from. Tumbleweeds suck ass too. 90 percent of the time you have no choice but to hit them. I'd much rather hit a tumbleweed than have that jackass behind me crash into me. Tumbleweeds dont actually damage you vehicle, but all their little powdery seeds cover your car and then sometimes it even get stuck under the car and is very annoying. Whoever invented tumbleweeds needs to be shot. In the face. Twice.
Fuck being normal, I wish I was telepathic, and those people I choose to be telepathic with are also telepathic. Then I wouldnt have to say anything. It'd be like looking at a picture. And if the two pictures look at eachother and think they're worth it, then great. Wouldnt that be better? Maybe I just had too much vodka today. You tell me.
On a side note. I figured out a huge piece of the midwest that I miss. Straight roads. No zig-zags or ninety degree turns, just straight and wide. Like Hoffman road. Oh yeah, two lanes is a biggy. Try driving on interstate 15. Seven lanes and nobody obeys the speed limit and if you do then some jackass is just gonna ride 4 inches from your bumper even though there are six other lanes he could choose from. Tumbleweeds suck ass too. 90 percent of the time you have no choice but to hit them. I'd much rather hit a tumbleweed than have that jackass behind me crash into me. Tumbleweeds dont actually damage you vehicle, but all their little powdery seeds cover your car and then sometimes it even get stuck under the car and is very annoying. Whoever invented tumbleweeds needs to be shot. In the face. Twice.