oh ma gad.
So I had another magical marvelous epiphany tonight. I came to the conclusion, as I always do, that I have an ever present sleeping problem that actually increases my levels of depression and all around unhealthy mental state(s) of mind. I noticed how I stay up all night until 5, and 6 in the morning and realize that I have nothing important to do at this time of the night. Or morning I should say. Since that would certainly be the best thing to beat around.
So I also have this extreme mood swing right now where I don't think life is long enough, even though we all know it isn't. But it's like coming to an end tomorrow in my mind. I read this thing on a post, and this fucking ass scientologist freakazoid said something about how Nostradamus predicted that the world is going to end in the year 2012. That there is a black hole forming and that sun spots will soon cover the sun causing it to burn out. Like. Seriously. What the hell is that fucking shit. It freaked me out when I read it because you know, I'm a natural born crack head like that and so now I'm literally losing sleep over what some pseudo gay science nerd said about Nostradamus. And he so wittily ended that note with "aha so that's my science freak side" more like "haha I'm a fucking douche bag with my foot shoved all the way up my asshole causing me to think and read these ridiculous statements and interpret them as actually happening so WHY NOT POST THEM on a gay site!?"
So. Right now I am just about as exhausted as some brothel worker's pussy.
I just don't feel tired though. I am getting so restless over the days and I think I'm getting sick because I can't function properly without having something to do in my life about allthefuckingtime.
I sincerely think that I need to see a counselor, or even someone I don't even know to just word vomit and become word bulimic with over the span of the rest of my life until at some point they cannot take my senseless rambling and will refer me to a classy professor with 10 degrees framed in cherry oak on their wall with matching chair and desk set, writing with a gold pen with an angel dangling off of it to ensure that the advice they are giving me is from god. (God).
I think when I am done this pointless entry, I am going to go MAKE YOUR HARAJUKU DOLL. by clicking on the button to begin this ever so interesting process in which I can construct one of Gwen Stefani's puppets with.
Maybe she can help me out with my issues about my insanely strenuous life.
I hope all who read this find jesus before I do.
Peace, Love, and Bubblegum.
your ever charming siren,
Nicholas fucking Rudolf
So I also have this extreme mood swing right now where I don't think life is long enough, even though we all know it isn't. But it's like coming to an end tomorrow in my mind. I read this thing on a post, and this fucking ass scientologist freakazoid said something about how Nostradamus predicted that the world is going to end in the year 2012. That there is a black hole forming and that sun spots will soon cover the sun causing it to burn out. Like. Seriously. What the hell is that fucking shit. It freaked me out when I read it because you know, I'm a natural born crack head like that and so now I'm literally losing sleep over what some pseudo gay science nerd said about Nostradamus. And he so wittily ended that note with "aha so that's my science freak side" more like "haha I'm a fucking douche bag with my foot shoved all the way up my asshole causing me to think and read these ridiculous statements and interpret them as actually happening so WHY NOT POST THEM on a gay site!?"
So. Right now I am just about as exhausted as some brothel worker's pussy.
I just don't feel tired though. I am getting so restless over the days and I think I'm getting sick because I can't function properly without having something to do in my life about allthefuckingtime.
I sincerely think that I need to see a counselor, or even someone I don't even know to just word vomit and become word bulimic with over the span of the rest of my life until at some point they cannot take my senseless rambling and will refer me to a classy professor with 10 degrees framed in cherry oak on their wall with matching chair and desk set, writing with a gold pen with an angel dangling off of it to ensure that the advice they are giving me is from god. (God).
I think when I am done this pointless entry, I am going to go MAKE YOUR HARAJUKU DOLL. by clicking on the button to begin this ever so interesting process in which I can construct one of Gwen Stefani's puppets with.
Maybe she can help me out with my issues about my insanely strenuous life.
I hope all who read this find jesus before I do.
Peace, Love, and Bubblegum.
your ever charming siren,
Nicholas fucking Rudolf