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y'know what bill? ive never actually taken the time to know anyone... i wonder why that is? i m sure i dont really know the answer to that question... and im sure that you think im an idiot for one reason or another. its ok! i forgive you. but not the munchkins.... im drunk... but lemme chew the fat with you a little bit... or at least freaking gob on while you eitherl augh histerically or think im such an idget... which ever happens first. im not partial.

latley ive been something of a giant ass to everyone thats given me a chance to shine. im not philisophical here, although i could go down that route. ive been obsessed with humiliating brian for the last few days or so, that ive lost sight of what i really should be doing. and you know what that is? do you bill, my firend of friends, my silent mentor, my surprise ninja from a couple of miles away? i should be taking my life more seriously, neutering myself for the betterment of the human condition. in other words bill, learning. i should be learning.

i should be learning aobut htem ysteries of hte universe, like how vals hair keeps shrinking back into his skull instead of growing out like the rest of humanity, or why some people take offense to me, whiel others enjoy my company, or even more mysterious... how come it feels like i want to give you a hug for the hell of it and then sing the charmin song? scratch the charmin song.... i just need a hug.

there are a lot of things that are on my mind bill, a lot. like what will happen if i get a job, get money, and then what? whatll happen then? will i just obstanantlely follow my firsti nstict and act stupidly by becoming the worlds stupidest pimp? or will i better myself for the fate of humanity rests on my tiny little shoulders. i have tiny shoulders. you should see them... there fucking tiny.... do you have hsoulders bill? do you? DO YOU HAVE SHOULDERS????

i hope for the love of god you do bill.... because when people dont have shoulders a lot of stupid things happen. like that one guy who did that one thing, and then that other one guy did that other thing. i htink i might regret sending htis... but thats the price i pay for getting drunk, writing a drunk blog, and then fighting for self preservation because im an endangered species bill. im an assholicoas diliberatatis idiotis. that greek for... latan... hebrew... he man.

I HAVE THE POWER... to change the channel... does that ever happen to you? you get bored of a channel and then change the channel to something even worse? i fear for the world bill, i really do... im not going to be ok after this. im slowly starting to see my mind untravel through my dreams. its hard on my soul because it has four kids, a heavy mortgage, and a pain in the ass alimony to pay. not to mention its boos is a jackass. poor soul. all it wants it to be loved. do you love my soul bill?

i want to hit something really bad at this point in time. im not sure what point in time that would be, but im sure it will be awesome, epic, and probably made of styrofoam. because i want to destroy a styrofoam city. tiny foam bubble by tiny foam bubble! bill, do you have a quarter? and if so... do you want to spend it? can i ask you another question bill? am i a bad person? i think im good, but i just dont know anymore... i need help..

either that or i need to be sedated. i htink i would rather die then be seated. the horror of knowing whats going on, but you have no power to change the out come... yeah, death with be better then sedation. but i dont want to die, nor do i want to be sedated. i owuld rather be seduced... i love caasi... shes my perfect angel. id lose my mind if anything bad happened to her... im rather drunk by this point.... it sometimes scares me what thoughts lfoat through my mind at this point in time...

am i a bad person or a good person? ad if im a good person, do i need the red ruby slacks to find my way back to the emerald game store where the wizard will finally send me back home? it doesnt matter.... everyone hates me in the group... you dont hate me do you bill? i dont think i have any say in the matter. its ok if you do. group mentality often comes for peer pressure, or the need to be aknoledge as part of a gathering of gummy bears.

i wonder if ive written too much bill... i need a hug... i feel bad, really bad... like im going to cry, that bad... but i dont know how to cry... i want a hug bill... but im not sure who to turn to... its actually kinda amazing bill... your an amazing person, i dont htink i ever got to tell you that before. but i think you one of my favorite people outside of caasi. dont ell anyone, they might get jealos... or maybe not... arey ou a jealos person bill?

they say that depressedp eople analyze things more thoroughly then happy people... why is that? what makes them so much better then happy peole. GIVE HAPPINESS A CHANCE DEPRESSED PEOPLE! damned depression... i think im depressed... although i cant tell... does having schizophrenia count bill? does it? i think i might have that too... ive written some bad things bill... some really bad things...

oh well... whether or not you read this doesnt matter to me... im just going to post this anyways to some random god forsaken blog on the ass side of the net... life is wonderful bill, dont ever forget that... hey ive one more question...

do you ever get depressed because of your wieght? its ok if you dont answer that bill... ill understand. thanks for being my friend even though we never talk... makes me feel like i have at least someone that cares for me... i love caasi so much... i dont know what id do if i lost her.... great.. now i figured out how to cry... lol!

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