September 2010
I could never understand people who don’t like solitude. They have to be up under someone, always on the phone with someone, always in a relationship, etc. These are the people that break comfortable silences with small talk. These are the people who interrupt your daydreams to ask, “What are you thinking about?” It’s almost as if they’re uncomfortable with themselves...
August 2010
My mind is IKEA.: Why the FUCK ain't it... →
Thieves. Not thiefs. What the FUCK is wrong with English?!?
And for that matter, while we tambout thieves, what the FUCK is wrong with certain motherfuckers that shall remain nameless that steal other people’s thoughts and pass them off as their own?!?
My intellectual property is mine and mine…
