Wow... My last posts have been a little on the EMO side. If I could warp back to yesterday, I'd punch myself in the face for even considering writing it. I suppose you have to hit bottom before you can pull yourself back up. Life's been a douchy whore to me but there is no reason to take it out on you, reader. And besides, there is good news amongst the voids of anger and despair: I got me a car! Now I'm gonna be the one nearly killing others with my wide left turns and my failure to signal. There's nothing like driving around aimlessly and getting lost a lot. I drove around for an hour and it was liberating and great fun. Even the policeman who wrote me a ticket for littering seemed to be genuinely pleased.
What am I saying? Nothing. But what I am typing is that I tend to get morose at the littlest things. Enjoy this for what it is: A quick waste of your time while I work out my problems on the screen. Whether or not you respond is immaterial. I do this simply because I can. I do it for us, reader (not really).
