Fucking smile.

Every day I find myself more and more frustrated. Like I'm building it up to this high-powered awesome breakdown that I'm inevitably going to reach. And it's for no reason. I feel like as time keeps passing, I'm more and more bitter about everything. I can't even fucking be specific. It seems like everything pisses me off anymore and I can't find the time or reason to be optimistic about anything. NOTHING. What the hell?!

Well, aside from my escape plan from this accursed city that I call home right now. Fuck this place though. Just... fuck it.

For a while I was working really hard on my novel. And as I was writing it I really really liked it but when I went and read it back in its entirety, I was bored. Granted, I haven't gone back and redone it yet which is what my MO was in the beginning: to write a rough draft and then go back and insert the curveballs or whatever. Maybe when I do that, it'll be much more interesting? I'm not sure. But then again I AM the person writing it and I do know the meaning behind every little hidden thing so maybe I shouldn't sweat it too much?

I've already drank WAY too much fucking coffee for today. AHHHHHH!

Seven months I think... no sex. In a way I'm like "wow this is awesome!" and in another I'm like "fuck... I really want it." I hate being a human being. I guess if I had one goal it would be to transcend being human and have no vices or urges or instincts and just be some all powerful fucking awesome person. Hahaha... I need to ask Jim Morrison in a desert with his naked indian.

CUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNT! My favorite swear word. Also, the accurate descriptive word for 98% of the female population in the world. :P

I want to paint a picture. Of a naked man eating an apple but getting a spear thrown through his head and a gundam bin the background laughing at him. But penises are ugly. So I would make this man asexual. Take that fucker's pride right away from him.

I STILL believe in Harvey Dent.


I'll see you in Hell motherfucker.