Welcome to The Big Show

so, basically i love dick.
but only pickled dick.

the band, you morons. in fact, the Jager Song is my new profile song. it's pop-punktastic. if you don't like it, it just proves that you arn't as cool as me.

or you do like it, but you're too pussy to admit it because it's "pop-punkesque".

ANYWAY-

i feel like i'm kind of breaking out of my cocoon and i don't really like it. my safe-zone is going up in flames. i can't decide how i feel about it.

what i mean to say is, i'm looking at college and selling my pony. and then buying a new pony.

i just watched "In Pursuit of Happiness". i guess we're all in pursuit of happiness.

i don't feel too happy. i kind of feel dismal, almost.

i mean, gloomy. i mean, i know how i'm going to die. how gloomy is that?

i mean, most people don't want to know how they die, but for me it's pretty obvious. im kind of counting down.

so do you want to know how i'm going to die?
do you want me to tell you?
do you?
you do?
you do want me to tell you?
you do want me to tell you how i'm going to die?


okay, fair enough.

i'm going to get hit by a car.... LAMEEEEE

i mean, i can't even die in a fun interesting way.

like... getting a nosebleed and drowning in my own blood.

or dying of brain damage after a eagle drops a tortoise on my head (mistakening it for a rock of course).

i know i'm going to die in a car crash because i don't look both ways when crossing the road. simple as that. i try, and stuff, but i usually end up kind of looking down. usually i have someone there to protect me with the "soccer mom karate chop" across the abdomen.

but what am i going to do when that person isn't there?

i mean, i've been hit by cars before.

one of these days, it's just going to be going a little faster.

but thats okay, live fast, die young, right?

wrong.

i like living.