sicpowered

Some nights are best left uncommented on, such as the one I'm currently not commenting on, because it's so underwhelming I could just die of a heart attack, from being so INCREDIBLY unenthusiastic. Frankly, I believe watching infomercials could hold a steady second on how the un-aforementioned night has ended up. Late, no, drunken, no, debacherously laden with sex and nekidness, nope not in the slightest. Hell I'm still wearing a sweater and my shoes, and I've forsaken going out for at least a hour and a half. So this non-night, that is un-fun, ahll forethwith, remain and be forever considered, dead in my eyes. No royalties...


So i write all this then start to have a good time, heheh, the clever little world always mocking me when I least expect it. Delightfully perfect... but for the gravitas.

Sidenote; Even for all the petty spite i wield in my head, sometimes I am madly in love with everyone, which if you knew me in person, would seem incredibly unlikely at best , laughable and delusional at the other end. So be it