This week was pretty fucked, I didn’t think the shootings really affected me but I had a lot of trouble getting out of bed, so maybe it did. I guess I always go back and forth whether I am crazy or not, because i sit at home and write this site everyday, while the weather is nice and there are lots of things to do that I am not doing, knowing it can all suddenly end and my legacy becomes the smut I peddled here instead of something more substantial, like curing cancer or being that guy who gave Lohan herpes.
Either way, one psycho isn’t going to change me even if it lead to lots of soul searching. I had no money for booze so it can get pretty depressing and when that hits I like to slip into a daydream about a hot pink box. Lucky for you, it was caught on video Cuddles.