Dec 17, 2009 04:16
Church dreams, insecurity, and severely unhealthy obsessions.
Goals goals goals
I found my mind in a brown paper bag and decided to do something good with it. Given the fact I am disturbingly aware of my incompetence, we're all gonna die and quite frankly, I'm better than 512 wilbur ave, Blue smocks, and a 25 cent raise. I've got a 4 yearr college degree, that at the moment, is nothing more than a thicker sheet of paper- a bigger waste of an oak or a maple. Five years tops, two at the very least, there will be no such thing as planet earth. Its a wonder any of ud worry about whether or not we rub people the right way, if stripes aren't so flattering, or even if our choice of words wasn't so careful. You should tell someone you love them if you love them, eat fastfood every other day if it makes you happy, hardly sleep even if you know you'll be falling on your face tomorrow. We'll rest when were dead.
I've got a plan to be excellent. I've been so caught up in comfort I let my brain grow stagnant.