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.