So.... here I am. I figured I could write a blog post... or whatever. I don't know why I'm really doing this. I don't know why I do anything really. What's the point. I eat. I sleep. I hate everything.
The only thing I even care about is food. Food will get me up and at'em. It's the only thing that gets me up anymore...
I don't know why I even tag along with Kasey anymore. I still follow him around. I'm the first one in the truck if the door is open. I want to be next to him. This damn "man's best friend" credo is killing me because I really would like to kill him for what he did to my Jehovah's witnesses. (I call my balls Jehovah witnesses because the come in pairs and they keep knocking at your door but you never let them in.)
Anyway...
Whatever.
I'm going to take a nap.
Go **** yourself!
