Jul 24, 2008 23:51
I become strangely sentimental when addled with beer. I love everyone and become a well-wisher.
So, fuck all of you. And your mothers.
Okay, maybe not them. I mean, seriously, who would bake me cookies if I were to be mean to them?
And you. Yes YOU. I'm tired of your shit. Learn how to interact with people on more than a superficial level. Learn how to deal with your emotional issues and not mix people up in them; people who don't deserve the way you treat them.
I have a phone. It vibrates. I hate it when it vibrates.
I have a leg. Sometimes, it vibrates. I hate it when it vibrates, because that means it's not my phone.
I am sad.
Apparently, I'm obsessed with myself. All of my statements start with "I".
I wish Kristi was here. I should send her a letter.
This has become quite a troublesome little spouting.
I'm a little source code, short and stout. Here is my input, here is my out.
I wish I was complicated. That would make life so much simpler.
I had ice-cream today! Okay, actually, it was sherbert, but they're both cold and yummy, so it's the same deal, right?