It's the last season of Friends and I can't remember how long it's been since it's started. By the way, today I'm trying to type with marginally good grammar. I'm practicing my typing, seeing how long I can go without presssing Backspace. Maybe, to prevent the use of it and enforce good typing, I should hook up electrodes to the key, and every time I press it I get a shock.

Nah. Everyone else using the computer wouldn't like that.

I like The Pixies a lot. 'Where Is My Mind?' is playing on repeat, and it's pretty much burned into my head. Not a bad thing though. I like other bands too a lot. Too many to name. Way too many.

When I talk I seem stoned. I've heard it a million times. It's not because I'm stoned, nor because I have speech impediments, but because I'm tired consistently. Either that, or whenever I talk, it's at moments where I'm out of it. Snickers Bars are good.

People seem mad today. I don't know why, but I wouldn't expect to, people stopped telling me things a long time ago, so I'm back to where I started. Back to the days where I just pick up on things myself and piece it together, instead of finding out from others.

This entire post has sent me into an emotionally crushed world of scat porn and rap music.