oh god what is this page uhhh idk just where i fling out verbal assault at your ocular devices. the basement of the website, where the cursed texts are located. everything i say on here is strait from my head.
so jus twere i rwight random things
WAIT!!! where are my 10 million entries about society that say thee same thing over and over?? well this page got too long, so here's all previous entries by year, read them for funzies if u want
wowee i havent been updating this in a while
does that mean i am normal now? idk
man i just havent been writing on my website as much lately, its not because im too busy... well actually it might be because ive been busy with school last semester, i had a good amount of work last semester.
but this semester im not too busy, so maybe ill be writing more, i just dont have any ideas to write about. or like, theres nothing so interesting that i feel the need to write about it on here
ive mellowed out a lot compared to when i was 14 and i made this page. which i guess is a good thing
ummmm whats been going on lately. nothing really.
take a look at my girlfriend. shes the only one ive got.
take a look at my bunny. hes the only one i got. hes much of a bunny, eats lettuce a lot
BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i olev bnnuy so much :)
take a look at my bunny. hes the only one ive got. hes much of a bunny, likes to eat his hay a lot
bunnytown, usa
i wish i lived in bunnytown, usa
usa as in, usagi
i love bunnys so much
breakfast in bunnymerica
it snowed a lot last month, for like two weeks it didnt stop snowing. but now its 45 out and all the snog melted ;_;
if it doesnt start snowing again and being cold again im going to start executing the hostages
yaayayayayayyay it started snowing again so i dont have to execute the hostages!!!
hatsune miku live at folsom prison
i will never be a sleazy womanizing cowboy in the wild west who rides a motorbike and makes his money playing the blues in the small route 66 towns he passes through. and smokes cigarettes while lamenting the one that got away, but she was just too damn nice for a fool like himself. whats the fucking point.
whats the fucking point
no matter how many dreams i achieve, no matter how successful i become, no matter how enjoyable my life becomes, no matter how satisfied i become with my life, there will always ALWAYS be a part of me that wishes deep deep down i was a sleazy cowboy with shitty hair and gaunt, pockmarked face with tired eyes, with a past haunted by his once over-excitable trigger finger. A man once ruled by juvenile hedonism that eventually led to the only woman he loved to leave. With a mysterious scar of course, as if it isn't obvious. But as he saunters into the next saloon, all of that is hidden by the smoke of his cigar and the mirrors behind the bar. As much as he tries to leave the hedonism that once ruined him, it trails behind him like the spurrs on his boots. Not a heroic, gallant cowboy by any means. In fact, he feels the title of cowboy doesn't even fit him at all; when has he ever worked a hard day in his life? His hands were made for his six-shooter and women's chests, not for wrangling cows. The hardest thing he's ever done was face the face she's not coming back, which if you think about it, doesn't even matter that much anyway. He's fine on his own, can't be tied down... or something like that. He pulls out another cigarette. So really, the hardest thing he's ever done was remove Sheriff Cathode's bullet from his thigh. His self-operation was always a story that pulled the girlies into his arms.
i ran out of ideas.
actually i think im good now. i got my yearly cowboy-dreams out of my system.
i dont want to be like that guy i wrote about. but boy was it fun to write.
there is something definitely wrong with me
i had more to write but my computer was acting up and for some reason whenever i booted it up the keyboard wouldnt work so i would have to restart my computer to get teh keyboard to work. but i think its fixed now hopefully i edited the kernel parameters which is what people on the linux mint forums told me to do.
there is something wrong with me i htink. as supertramp would say, not quite right
i stayed up till 2 workin on a block diagram yesdertay
but i work hard and thas good
awwawawwwwwwwawawawawawaaawwaa im just as sane as anyone
actually i thikn over this year ive become so normal, im so normal now. like im normal now. you know i used to be a nervous freak and i was too scared to do anything but now i am not like that anymore. like im still a little off. but im so normal.
ah i think its more like, uhhhhhhhhh i spent so much time being an incredibly miserable nervous wreck, yknow like godawful, but im not anymore. now im just a little strange and offputting which feels so normal and natural.