so yeah...
About Me:
the names paul...but i can go as p.j. also...
or as my little brother would say,"pee-gay"...
imma patron saint of the unloved...
imma sharp-tongued dandy who elevates self-pity to an art..
i offer a way out of everyday gloom by plunging even deeper into it...
i love to share my angst and insecurities to my loyal friends,which is growing steadily by the minute,and transform them into something preversely grand and gallant...
imma living proof that there is a secret fabulousness to being emo-ly miserable...
imma devout catholic...
initially i had no choice,and that angered me and i became quite bitter and twisted...
sleeping are for the dead...
thats why i rarely every do...
call it a sickness or insomnia,i still love it...]
ive had 'lost causes' in my life...
sadly cause imma really lost in that department called 'love'...
i live to learn and learn to live...
i survive day by day knowing that i have something to do in life...
as sad and cliche' as it may sound...
instruction manuals are the shit to read...
and bumming should be a job for the socially inept...
happiness can come in all shapes and sizes...
pie for one,sex for the other...
happiness can be an old woman falling off a donkey for all i care...
my idea of being happy would be going to coldstone with $50's in $1 bills and constantly putting it in the tip jar while they painstakingly sing every damn song to their knowledge making me appreciate that i cant carry a tune even if my life depended on it...
even though they will hate me and forever call me the retard that wasted $50 smackers,they should understand that they all just made a $50 dollar tip yeah?...
pacing around in a circle or a square or any structural pattern in a big area helps me pass the time...
i dont care how long i take,i do it cause its fun...
i dont know...
politics are the immortal leech's that suck the soul out of people,corrupting them and all that they do...