I need a title, and a subject.

pineapple juice. lol. "it comes from pineapples, which are a fruit native to Hawaii. never had any?" lol.

so to all the people who read this damned thing and dont comment i pout in your general direction, and i know theres a lot of you because people like you come in lots, no, cause ya'll tell me. so i feel drunk. im not drunk, i could be drunk. but im not. work. ugh.

Binky Poo says i am always way too amused with myself, i say i am just fucking exhausted and losing it to the point where i find opiate addicts fun and myself fucking hilarious. i should probably try more of that sleep thing since i will be putting in lots more 12 hr work days. OT is nice though i can buy clothes and i need clothes so i dont have to worry about the fucking storage. how does one let life get so complicated. secretly, i like the complicated things the situations that will eventually erupt into this horrid display of tears and words, but i try my damndest to keep things simple. i suppose one must fail miserably at something.

i hate failure, that is why i need school, no failure... they ,make you direct your life toward one thing then laugh at you when you cannot handle the others. high IQ and charming smile do nothing in real life. fuck them all