well folks! ive got some interesting thoughts!

Though the modicom of energy it takes for me to simply a… Fuck that shit. Hrm, I’ve noticed a significant drop in Hauptman hits, or H.H, actually I don’t know what I want to talk about. Maybe it’s the simple fact that one name revolves in my mind, reverberates through out my very existence, my atoms or whatever you want to call it now a days. I’m talking of course about one (and I’m shuddering as I write this name)  ha! Thought I was going to go all three names on ya, didn’t you? Wrongo. I’m not stupid enough to make that mistake thirteen times around. Actually I don’t want to talk about that woman. Although it vexes me as how she became thusly important to my mind to function as normal as it does, I dunno… its a wierd drawn out, pain in my ass so-much-i get-kicked-in-the-teeth-for-mentioning-her-name story. Namely, I really don’t feel like fucking talking about it.

Seriously. Normally Id be all chummy with the superheroes flitting about, or some other idiotic news story fucking about the world. But let’s face it, its all boring. you’ve read about it in the blogosphere, you’ve seen it on news articles, you want something fresh, something that makes want to raise your fist in the air, and hail a Taxi. Yep, that’s what I’m going to try and incite, Taxi hailing from Hell. Think of the Taxi related anarchy! It’ll be fun! YESH BITCH! YOU WILL HAIL THAT FUCKING TAXI AS IF YOUR LIFE DEPENDED ON IT! If not me, then who? MUA HA HA HA! Or not. I’m still working out the details to this slowly decaying plan of mine. But more than that, lets talk about something dear to all our retrospectives.

You know that thing I had going on with Hauptman? Well… we broke up, I caught him stalking another person and it made me realize he’s really not worth the effort. I mean seriously, the dude/dudet has commitment issues. I mean the signs were all there right in front of me. The dead pidgeon with the lousy scribbled note pinned through the eyes, the random stones throne at my window. Oh dears, it was all over before I knew it. Hauptman, I dont love you, I fucking hate you.

I will always fucking hate you!

Now that the stalkermance is over with, I’m free to persue some other inagible efforts. Like going through and restoring my now nearly 645 page long book I’m wiriting! Yay me… I guess. But more than that, I am fucking bored, too distracted to actually care what pops up anymore. Which is why I’m so fucking unpredictable in what’s going to happen in the story! I mean, you think somethings going to link together in the next part but I just throw everything off kilter! Mua ha ha! Evil laughter all around!

HAIL THOSE FUCKING TAXIS BITCHES!

I am just incrediably bored… the fuck!

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