I must have been on tv again last night. Or, I must have done the right thing, person, or place. I just gotta vibe like more people be creepin’ they call it stats. Numbers don’t lie. But actually I know exactly why and it’s kind of embarrassing to figure it out after the fact but still amusing all the same and by golly I do enjoy watchin’ them numbers climb. Blogging is a sickness worse than junk I’d say.
There is a saying or a quote, I can’t verbatim it because I can’t remember it exactly and it is buried on a sticker stuck to my longboard but in any event it’s basically like the shortest line to success is a line of blow with the right person? Yeah. I think a line of blow with any person is the wrong person because that stuff is poison BUT there is merit to the meaning.
Just hanging out and exchanging ideas with someone, anyone, is helpful. I realize I have been very isolated lately and I totally lost who I was and that shit stops now. I am a pent-up angry f–ing Raymiac. Seriously. I have wasted almost half of my life caring what other people think of me. I care what you guys think ha! Can you actually believe it? Waste. of. time. No offense. Like if I want to make an amusing dark and exciting remark about blow, goddammit I will. it doesn’t mean I do it I shouldn’t care if it makes it look like I do, it’s just commentary.
Other than that I have felt like a specimen for/of ridicule for a very long time even though I know in my soul I’m legit I still have a nagging but what are they going to think or say deer tick bite feeling thanks to the stupid pukes what make up the majority of the internet.
