I would like to say sorry to all the people that read this, who already have an opinion of what you think I might be like. If this changes your views on the subject of weather or not I would make a suitable house sitter, accountant, banker or, lawyer, please, tell me by way of hate mail, death threats, or even the most efficient method of conveying feelings of anger, hate and constipation, a good old fashioned middle finger to the face. Enjoy.

These are my thoughts as they happen. I hate the world, that's what I want to say, do I mean it? I don't think so. I don't want to grow up, but I've already done it, physically of course, in other ways I'm only 12, that's not a joke, please don't laugh at my misfortune, also the milk is sour, please stop at the store on your way home from... Oh wait...

Felix Mendelson wrote "A Midsummer Night's Dream", what the hell does that mean? Who gives a shit what season it was? There's no rain in the winter, I like rain, it soothes me. I like the thunder, it's kind of scary, but it makes me feel safe.

Chances are I don't care about the war in Iraq or were ever it may be. I don't care who becomes the next president. I don't care if he's black or white or Muslim or 107 years old or even a "He" at all. I also don't care about the fact that we need to stop these Mexicans from crossing the border. How dare they risk there crappy lives, for the chance to have as good of a life as we take for granted. God forbid a fellow try and take care of his family. They say build a fence, not even a wall, just a fence, like those things that keep rabbits out of our gardens, because there our damn vegetables!


I'm sorry that I'm not a kid any more. I'm sorry that when you where a kid, you didn't notice you where taking it for granted, until you found a lump. I'm sorry that you are a kid, but you don't care. I'm sorry that before you where born, your parents didn't give a shit about you. Stop lying to yourself.

Were am I at? Home, I'm at home? I'm not so sure about that, it looks kind of funny.
Will you stop looking at me?! Leave my mind be, It doesn't want you! Why would you say hello, if you didn't want to talk? You cause my paranoia/anxiety/depression, I'm just kidding. I'm not paranoid, anxious or, depressed, maybe, fuck off don't worry about it.

I bet Mozart was a real prick, but his first name was Wolfgang, like a gang of wolves who do wolf things, in a real hardcore kind of way. I'm pretty sure Johann Pachelbel, could of kicked his ass though. Beethoven's overrated, I don't hate the guy, and I'm pretty sure if he was here now, he'd kick the shit out of me, I'm just saying, I'm tired of hearing about him.

Shut up Dave! Who's Dave? I don't know a Dave.

See ya later...