if you think you can go to a foreign country and 'just pick up the language,' you're probably wrong. if you've done this, i hate you.
passive-agressive attention whores are to be avoided.
ned flanders and terence mckenna share a disconcerting amount of visible and audible characteristics.
more people have marijuana growing tips than i'd ever imagined. if you stop in front of a hospital and sweet, crimson blood begins to gush from your shin, a few people are bound to point you to the emergency room.
first things first, please don't bother pretending like you give a damn; i like it better this way. i have no business here but i'll post occasionally and if you bother to look, please give me some grief about it. the more baseless and personal your criticisms, the better. anyway, i'm just doing this because i like typing, self importance.
so here's what's going on: i finagled a sinecure in the tropics and i'm riding it out. i stick out like a giant, bald white thumb. my past titles include missionary, milkman and step-dad. i currently pattern my life after tom hanks' character from big, but with more sex and drugs and less trampolines. and my soundtrack's better.
