My skin feels like it works backwards and says "hey, you go sail the world now," while It's still cozy under my sunglasses, which make me look like an asshole, I am an asshole and I wonder why the world doesn't come running to me.
Sometimes children make me happy though I can't ever conceive the idea of having one. HAVING one.
I'm at work. THIS IS WHERE I WORK and what is that all about?
Scooting off now and being dangerous.
