why is it the other side of the street always crosses when i do?
so im supposed to write something here? things that are going on in my life? maybe some special event that occured recently? well, i think if i had things going on in my life worth writing about i wouldnt have the time to do this. i have to wonder what the point of all this is. nobody but me will ever read this. shit, i wont even read this. i do however have some strange thoughts that strike me from time to time. i would write them here but i get mental blocks. well this was a waste of time, but nonetheless i will still add to this little journal thing. right now im going to go smoke some plastic.