ever seen a donkey show?
i really need to find a mirror to hang up in my room. i am fucking sick of walking the two steps over to the bathroom just to look at my gorgeous face. i need instant gratification in a circumstance such as this. it's my beautiful face, so why should i deny myself the opportunity to look at it in my own room? it just doesn't make sense. yesterday i walked around northampton with stefan, and i couldn't stop thinking about how wonderful i am. all those people walking around. all those hapless losers walking around. i am so fucking great. i just wish i were more accepting of people who aren't, and never will be, as great as me. you should be grateful you even get to read these words, emanating from such a glorious mind, a blindingly bright beacon of greatness. i am so fucking great.