whacky inflatable arm man

it's really true what they say about how the things you hate about other people are subconsciously what you hate most about yourself.

i'm too depressed to write anymore and i can't be funny when i'm depressed unless it's something so twisted that stephen king would look like a tiny little baby bear cub. i wish i could have fucking thought of someone better than stephen king.

speaking of bear cubs, i saw the cutest pomeranian today at the at&t store (bought an iPhone4. won't receive it in the mail for a week. at&t suck it) named Halle Bear-y and she looked like an actual baby bear w her special haircut

i take in the deepest information and derive the most value from 1 and 2-star (* and **) movies. either i pick the really underrated ones, or i am fucking warped

i can't write anymore..i'm too boring and embarrassing

(final note: i HATE people who bash on self-deprecation, it is totally funny and a great way of being honest about your flaws. don't lecture me about how i'm making myself more depressed by putting myself down....i'm relieving myself better than your last whack off session)