"If you take care of the small things, like buying toilet paper or brushing your hair, the big things will just fall into place."
"Even death?"
"Even death will assume a perfect logic."
I'm the best Super Mario Kart player around.I can probably kick higher than you.I enjoy poetry, long walks on the beach, the feeling of jello squishing between my toes and the sound of my teeth grinding.My thumb locks, my jaw clicks, my back spasms like a muthafucka, I've lost feeling in most of my left hand, and my knee is just plain strange.I get intense stomach pains in the morning.I've fainted twice, while peeing.I use a lot of toilet paper.My car probably is awesome!That's an actual statistical fact you know.I'm addicted to chapstick (AKA Crackstick) and probably have spent 40 dollars on my habit this past year.I used to sleepwalk but now I don't.I hear voices in my head just before I fall asleep.I haven't had a dream in a while and I'm thankful for that.When I was younger I used to have the same dream every time I had the flu.I am allergic to broccoli, kiwi, aspartame and some other stuff.They make my back spasm as mentioned previous. Aspartame excluded,Who the hell wants to know all this?You, obviously.My dog was a Monster McFat Sausage, her name is Tiny, I call her Link, Chuzu, Doggie Friend, Tonners, Tongers. I miss her.She loves my Dad and follows him everywhere.My dad's name is Harry.I call him Harry a lot, sometimes Heinz.Why?I don't know.After moving back in with my parents for 4 months, I realize where I get my paranoia.I'm pretty sure it's genetic.I miss Trevor!