Saturday, March 4, 2017

There's no real point to any of these, you know

I am cold. In Florida. Weird.

I have been staring at the cursor for ten minutes. I wasn't thinking about anything, just staring.

Do you ever get caught staring into space and someone asks, whatcha thinking? And you realize, shit! I have no idea what I was thinking, so you say, nothin'. 

But that fucking fucker won't accept because you were obviously enraptured by thoughts or some horseshit so you make up something like, I was thinking about Jason's mom in the shower and that just pissed fucking fucker off because now they think you're lying.

No?

Just me then.

I was told I am going to hell yesterday.

I started singing, yes, I'm definitely going to hell, but I'll have all the best stories to tell! 

She was not amused.

She also did not know Frank Turner.

That's a sad way to go through life.

Titty sprinkles!