Maybe I am...

Johnny Cash made it popular....but he's dead now. Yes! I'm starting to wear a lot of black lately. Not because I'm turning "Emo" or I'm feeling depressed, but because I feel good! Everything's going relatively ok and wearing black relaxes me. Pretty much any dark color relaxes me. I don't really have any real horrible problems or dillemas to try to correct. Although this girl up at Peppers almost busted it on a real slippery floor yesterday and it scared the crap out of me. I almost feel like I'm on the edge of something important thats about to happen to my life but am unsure as to what exactly. Maybe I'm observing my life a little too closely. Maybe I need to change something about me that I've been doing for a while. Thats the real question about life, I guess. Why doesn't it come with instructions or directions? You know? It would be boring, but at least you'd know what was going on. To all, Goodspeed. End.

Abstract Writing Today!:

Malformed poo. It was sooooo chocolatey. Eye came two worn yue uv bahd spellorz? Same box. New cantaloupe. Lovely blood-splattered, eviscerated, maggot-covered, bloated pile of meat which Sock ate. Nigh! Twas the bell of Saint Smurfette. knock and a load of dirty, red, sand-covered eyeballs of CEOs that cheated at checkers? blowhole not included. Arse tommorrow.