sometimes it takes everything i have to tolerate life.

i feel like my life is giant hangnail. constantly agitating and irritating everything with complete disregard for anything but it's own sadistic pleasure.

i am the antithesis of king midas.

i am the archenemy of everything happy, sunny, and joyful.

i am only moments away from completely losing it.
i am tiptoeing on the edge of sanity preparing for dismount.

scott will be attempting a full gainer with the ever popular "preacher seat" landing. extremely high degree of difficulty here, jim.

who the fuck is jim?
fuck you.

my fucking phone's ringing.

i hate phones.

i hate computers.

i like golf.

bye,

scott