Not Killing People

that's me. I'm not killing people. Not today, anyways.

The good news is that I quit smoking, again. Little arms half heatedly stretch towards the sky with a weak and anticlimactic, "yay!"

As it is when I quit, I like to come here and vent about everything that genuinely pisses me off and, it seems to me, probably has since birth but all this time the nicotine has kept it down. This is the real me, and let me tell you... fuck you (I said that with my deep man voice, btw).

Phew, I've been holding that in for some time now. That felt good.

Who knew nicotine was holding me back from being, as Oprah urges us all to be, authentic.

Now I can walk around giving people filthy, dirty looks for not paying attention to how they are not supposed to walk within a five foot radius of me. Stupid is no excuse, and I will bite your face off.  Get the fuck out of my way.

Now, this is honesty. Arms stretch out east and west to behold and bring in this new dawn, "sigh." It's  truly a beautiful day.

If you happen to see someone barreling down the highway, burying the needle (of their tired little '99 Toyota) whilst in third gear, wave 'cause that's me. Call me crazy (bitch), but something about possibly blowing up my engine satiates me and tickles my very core.






by the way, this song kinda (really) sucks, but he says crazy bitch and I liked the cherries. fyou.