About me:

I have a silly mind, people don't like me sometimes because I tend to find humour in life.

I've laughed at a funeral,
I've laughed at a clown crying,
I've laughed at a kid crying.
I laugh when people fall,
I laugh when people notice,
I laugh when I get nervous,
I laugh when I get sad,
I laugh when I am thinking.
I laugh at people laughing,
I laugh at most anything.
But most of all,
I laugh at myself (-:

Also, I tend to record my life on the internet, both in the moment and recapped in time.
That way people will see what a moron I am before they approach me IRL.
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Being Alone is Not Loneliness

I wish The Beatles were a bit more morose with some of their songs, wtf is it that you can wish all of it was true, only you can't understand why there would even be question that he was actually falling and not under some weird narcotic?

Music, I've been listening to much of it, and I know I'm going to sound dull and repetitive but it's true, it's what makes the soul cry out and realize it is still living in a person that CAN do anything they want and WONT do it because of fear, lack of passion, heavy breathing, smelling funny, and thinking somber thoughts. I think it tries to come out of your chest, right to the left of the heart. THANK GOD for my sternum...

I wish when people did something that they think will help them, they didn't publicly admit that they are trying hard to keep it in and that they should have a toffee for doing so.

I'm done, the lights are on and Sad But True just started playing on my iPod.

Feeling Emo, Not in a Gay Way

there needs something to be said about that "girl you met in the kitchen" the one that understands wtf you're talking about after a deadly cocktail of medicine, booze, and good times(?) She is the one that said it best when you brought up childhood and chilly.

When do you get to meet this girl again, why are you oddly drawn to her, it couldn't be anything physical. Certainly NOT anything emotional. (maybe) But why is she still existing in your head, my guess is that it's relative to what has been happening for a long time now, something you don't want to admit and certainly not anything that can lead to even more confusion [I think it is confusion] and definately not anything that can rock the foundation.

Limitless possibilities and gentle agony are all she's worth. Only, if you were to go back to that same time, by going back and I don't know, recording it, would it be something that you could have predicted or something that you have to admit to yourself and others *cough* voices in my head *cough* that maybe it is worth it to live in the confusing posibilities that is life and that one person is the one who can possibly organize and fuse to the, by then, self-limiting potential of someone who CAN understand.

Know what I mean?

Wal-Mart

Working at wal-mart has shown me that people can find ANY reason to complain. The air smells like fabric softener, "Can you make it stop?" sure thing miss, i'll just gather up all the atoms of fucking softener that have been released.

and another thing, wtf, am i really that sad and ugly? FUCK! at least one i should have. never shall i go out and make it a reallity,
I wonder what her last name was, we were getting along so well, ha! it's a sign.


Hopefully the sober me will give some sorta answers on most of this. I hate the truth.

but really, wtf is it?