deadmansparty

I spend far too much time imagining
the way I want my life to be and not
enough time going after the things I
know would make it the way it should.
Feeling so fucking boaderline these last
few days, had the thought of cashing
in the 401k and disappearing for a couple
of years. My cat, goddamn cat keeps me
from running off and living under a bridge.
Fuzzy little anchor, anything happens to her
and what the fuck do I have? Maybe I could
join the Homeless Thumb Wrestling Circuits'
Junior Division. Fuck, I'm retarded