All out of hate. Getting older, feeling younger. And things keep moving along...
I'm not a fan of corporate anything. I think independently enough to confuse a lot of people. I'm a shy smart-ass, so I generally don't make friends and I blame it on other people's shortcomings. That's natural, right?
Mornings are NOT good for me.
I pretend I'm a writer, though I don't write for shit, but I read more than anyone I know. That's particularly sad. For my friends anyway.
I can't wipe the smile off my face because — despite negatives presented — I find life to be overwhelmingly wonderfulific. All the while, people on the street think I'm their best friend because I flash dimples of joy at them when I'm really just staring at the inside of my sunglasses in internal thoughts of wonderment. That sentence is way too long.
George W. Bush loves you and never lies!