They’re they’re they’re. As in, they’re all so stupid and oblivious to their stupidity, that I just want to punch them in the face with a huge “THEY’RE” knuckle ring. Contractions, people. They still exist and would very much enjoy being used.

So it’s 4a.m. and what exactly am I gracing my soul with thoughts of? Death. That sounds tremendously depressing but it’s really not. I’ve come to the realization that I want to die a tragic, yet painless, death. The painless will most likely not happen but hey, doesn’t hurt to fantasize. Now, the only reason I got to thinking about death is because I was thinking about airplanes. I’ve seriously been considering aviation school. And I’m not saying I want to learn to fly, just so I can fall. (Ha, not metaphorically.) I’m just saying: If I die, I hope it was while I was doing something worthwhile. I don’t want old age or disease to be the reason. Then again, who does?

Just a couple of minutes ago I went to get some lotion, and as I’m squeezing down on the pump, the lotion comes squirting out in a thin long line. It completely misses my hand, and instead shoots about 4 feet past me, and unto the floor. That was quite the experience. And! Yesterday I saw an actual Chucky Doll, with the Bride of Chucky right there next to him. They were set up on the inside of a window in some small, eerie looking building somewhere in my neighborhood. As my parents and I pass this sight in the car, I immediately scream out “OH MY GOD IT’S CHUCKY AND HIS WIFE!” causing my mom to point out the fact that everything dark and evil attracts me. Of course I denied that allegation but…

I mean come on.

How can this not intrigue me? I’m just intrigued in all things cynical. On that note, UFO’s (not that they’re evil in my opinion). I’m not even going to get started but, UFO Hunters is an actual thing?

Fuck yeah count me in >:D