today is the first day all week that i didn't stay up until seven am. i, in fact, awoke at seven am. although greeted by a screeching headache (which i earned from having roughly four beers last night [i know, that's what i get for taking several consecutive days from alcohol]) i managed to stay awake and catch up on my very guilty internet obsessions. i will never divulge such information. not even here. not even to my friends. and i promise it's not pornography. unless i refer to The Cure's fourth studio album Pornography, then no, my internet obsession is not pornography. surprisingly enough, for all you folks who firmly believe i'm a raging pervert. i'm only mildly perverted with the intended impression of being wildly perverted. do you understand me? (the fourth wall, since addressed, has been following me around).
kneesock is dead. i checked on her last night during yet another bon fire and found her on her back next to all her dead victims. she lasted six months in my bedroom, rarely getting fed, and she couldn't last in the backyard for a month. it's not her fault. self-healing can only do so much when you're out in the world. RIP kneesock, you beautiful, inspiring, and lovable bad bitch. may we someday meet again, if my potentially budding spirituality allows me.
speak of the devil, i strongly encourage a distance from what you think god ever said. (that bitch is a troll). i strongly encourage faith in yourself over a faith in destiny, fate, and/or god. how often is "and/or" followed by "god"? not often enough. god is not definitive, but this is a sore subject. don't fuck with other people's religion, self. this is my advice for myself. that's not a battle i (or really anybody) could ever prevail. i kind of feel like i should take back my strong encouragements. but i can't seem to hit backspace...
i am down to one and a quarter of a can of pringles. pray for me. but pat me on the back for not killing it all in one night.
my optimism is lasting lately.
it's ten am and the world is my oyster.
(isn't this refreshing?) i want to tell you to eat shit, but something inside me is whispering that i should wish you an excellent day. because you deserve it. because you've been reading my charming self-pity for years now (i assume years now).
have an excellent day
you menacingly average human being
