daygloick

This is just a test to see if I have damaged the keyboard after spilling beer all over it. At this point it doesnt seem to have sustained any damage unlike my head. Its an amazing world, and yet there is no doubt in my mind that I am just a gnat on the ass of God. What is it that makes a man worth something? My guess or rather hypothesis is love. Fuck my keyboard is sticky! I dont know about the rest of you but it seems that my goal in life is to be loved. Funny thing is that when you talk to my family they will tell you that I am so. Why is it that I doubt them? They have never given me cause for concern in this manner and yet It seems that the keyboard is okay at this point.