OKAY.

I've been wanting to write ALL fucking summer, but I just can't seem to get into it any more. There's so much stuff that I wanna do and have ACTUALLY thought a lot of through. I really don't know what the problem is, so I just felt like venting on a place where no one really checks my journal entries since they are so few and far between.

Music normally helps, and so does seeing things like certain pictures, movies, objects, and sometimes people. I've tried all of my "award-winning" tools to aid me in this mind-numbingly painful writer's block that I've been going through for the past four or five months.

Talking to a certain friend normally gets me "in the mood," but I haven't been able to talk to her nor her better half.
GET TO A PLACE WITH SUFFICIENT INTERNET BEFORE I GO POSTAL, AND TAKE OUT EVERYONE ON TOP OF THIS FUCKING HILL RIDDLED WITH REDNECKS.
...
You know how you are...
Don't make me go looking for you, or so help me God...

Oh, okay.
This is getting a little too "I CAN SMELL YOUR CUNT~" for me.
(+10 Awesome to whomever can correctly guess the movie/book reference~)

ANYWAY.
I'm going to end this ridiculous little freak-show and continue to lurk/troll/act like a dick through the skanky halls of Gaia.

LIVE LONG AND PROSPER.
(or die young and decay)

...
Uh...
Can I even cuss here...?
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