t3chmonkey

So when I was in the shower I thought of my America Divorce Poem:

I am caffeinated
You are all the things that you once hated.
It's gotten to where we're both getting sick
with reasons for leaving stacking up like bricks.

You can keep all my shit
It's all your shit anyway

I only want just one thing
You can keep the memories
I'm keeping the dream.

So Okay, yeah, maybe Ginsberg did it better.

I've talked everyone around me in making a mass exodus to Canada. every time I read the news I claw at my face, frustrated by the collective populace. I don't wanna hang out here anymore, these people drive me fucking nuts.

In other news, I'm getting a motorcycle. Hopefully I'll find my glasses soon. Right now I drive by the philosophy of
"red lights; right lane. white lights, wrong lane."
You wouldn't believe how many times I've almost driven into dark pits of construction.

what else. There's so much more I wanted to write over the weekend but I jacked up my keyboard (Yeah, I spilt shit on it, you can assume as much.) so all I could do was stare at my log in screen and mumble a little something about how I heard that time away from the internet is good for you.

I have not found this to be the case.