I am insane.

[ripp3daw4y]

I don't update this shit anymore. I have no reason to. No one reads this, and I don't really give a shit. MySpace is the fucking same. I log in maybe once a day, only to delete the random porn-bots and virus Friend Requests. I don't comment people, I don't message people, and I don't give a shit anymore. I haven't had minutes for my cell phone for

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[mon_froid_sang]

First off... proclaiming your own insanity usually shows that you are not insane. Insanity, by most definitions, implicates the obliviousness of said insane person. He/she lives in his/her own world and does not realize that he/she does not live in the same world as others. Thereby, by saying you are insane, you are implicating that you are not.

Secondly. If all of us live in separate but parallel universes to one another, then, logically, all of those things that you are sick of that exists (ie:Teenage pregnancies, pollution, yuppies, bombs, wars, guns, drugs, booze, parties, politics, crime rates, murder, television, commercialism, activism, government policies, Iraq, Iran, Sunni, Shiite, the Koran, the Bible, corruption....Society.) can exist in a separate reality to you if you allow it. Ie: you create your own reality and can ignore anything that you wish to ignore at any point. I'm not saying that that is the correct or incorrect way to deal with it... I'm just saying that is an option

Here's the story I was referring to in the last comment.

[mon_froid_sang]

Well the good news is that we made it all the way from our starting point

Here's the rest of the story I was referring to in the last comment.

[mon_froid_sang]

Did I mention we met Ron Geramy in a Hooters in Okalahoma City? Went

and the finality of the story

[mon_froid_sang]

The next day we ment to get jobs but ended up just biking around the town