Tom Hanks hates you.
do you ever just want to go away, far away and be alone for ten years or so? Maybe not quite the whole Tom Hanks gig in that one stupid ass movie but go Hermit-style. Get all jiggity wit de aminals and nature n shit? You could just sit around all day and build campfires and then go wash the smoke off your hot, sticky skin in a clear cold brook, the freezing water tingling your sensitive areas... arrgg let me out! This is what happens when you get stuck at work and you start craving sunlight and the feeling that reefer gives you in the morning after a hangover from prozac and dxm whiskey shots. I need to be quiet now. I feel a poetic license coming on and I may start writing poetry HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!!