someone has to take a stand and put an end to this madness. i may be desperate for something to post about, but i’m not that desperate.
you think i’m going to give all that information away for free? puh-leeze. pay me some dough and i’ll tell you that shit. until then, you get what i give you.

the bum guy was hanging around work again today. something’s fishy with him. he bought cigarettes and alcohol. that’s not fishy. but i saw his wallet and it was fishy. big ol’ thick ass wallet. maybe he just tries to act like he’s normal. maybe those were fake credit cards. now i really want to steal his bike. he’s probably got a frickin’ bike alarm that starts beeping at you if you get within three feet of his bike.
“2. Three things that scare you:”
pa-thet-ic. why not “Three things that make you lose control of your bladder and piss blood:”? that doesn’t work, because people’s imaginations are so fucking stagnant, they would just laugh and move on. or vomit and move on. or vomit, then laugh at the vomit, and then move on. moving right along.
you want to know what scares me? i want to feel significant, but i’m an insignificant little speck of dirt in a universe filled with specks of dirt. will money make me significant? no. will finding jesus make me significant? no. if i can make everyone love me, will that make me significant? no. it doesn’t matter what the question is, the answer is still always ‘no’.



