Stop.

It's been 4 weeks now and I've had zero visits to my little wall of words.  Yes, I have been checking blog views for a while now and it seems like nobodies been here for a while now.

Bad day.  Overslept.  Ran car into another.

So I'll just spill everything that's been on my mind.

I like to feel as if I'm telling someone about something without doing the exact same thing.

I say I don't care about what other people think of me.

I don't care about how I look.

I couldn't care less what someone of the more fortunate looking crowd has to say about my lame hair.

But there are times.

When I wake up late into the day and can't seem to get anything right.

When I try but can't even do the simplest things right for people I call my parents.

When I make a mental list of my friends and find that I can't reach number five.

When I'm heading over to 98 for a drink and feel guilty for walking in shoes I couldn't get through my own wallet.

Go ahead.

Laugh at this skinny ass.

Laugh about who he is.

Laugh about what he is.

Laugh at how corny this post is.

I probably will someday.

Because that is what I am.

A sardonic hypocrite.

I had a bad day.

This phase will pass.

But now.

None of this is funny.