| Here is an odd thing. As much as I am upset about the situation that the entire world is in, part of me is secretly happy and bouncing around.
A bit of an explanation for this:
I am obsessed with post apocalyptic, dystopian, fall of man sci-fi. I always believed at a much younger age that I would be thrust into a Roadwarrior/Postman like world of self reliance and all the fun things associated with living in a cave and trading sexual favors and old books for matches and bullets.
With that admission, I must admit that I am looking forward to a complete and total collapse of society.
Will it happen? Unfortunately, no.
And that kinda pisses me off.
All historical records and research point to the fact that this whole recession/financial fuck up will clear itself up within the next year.
And that just kinda bums me out.
Now, I am in no way the paraniod survivalist wack job. I do not believe that the tv is monitoring my every move, nor that my cell phone is listening to every conversation...
But... DAMNIT!!! I just have a feeling that I going to be really let down.
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| Usually... This is about the time that I make some stupid random comment that I haven't updated in quite some time and so on. Nope. Not gonna do it.
What I am going to do is update you on a little bit of my life.
We close on the house March 18th.
That's right. I have grown up and become an adult.
It sucks, by the way.
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| All I can say is that it has been awhile!
And, with that long pause, the only thing I can think of writing is this:
Drive a 1954 Lincoln? Classy.
Drive a 1964 Lincoln? Stylish.
Drive a 1974 Lincoln? Funny and ironic.
Drive a 1984 Lincoln? Trashy.
Sorry. I know. You want the last few seconds of your life back... That's what Matt is good for. Wasting your time.
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| The 16th is me birthday. That's right, 27. 27 years old and still not dead.
I figure I am doing pretty good.
Laters. |
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| Ha ha ha... I am a retarded. I just walked into a door. |
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