dksoul

Hello,
Ah, the pleasant aromatries of annointing thyself with holy oil. I must say, it has been quite an unfruitful day. Right now, I am feeling a lot of rage and I don't want to misdirect my anger, so I must calm down and type some, perhaps a thought will occur to me and I will feel the guiding presence of the spirit moving me. Anyway, I hate fucking drugs. All my friends have been into marijuana and I never was until like two years ago. I guess I don't care. It's not bad for you. If you don't make friends easily, you can make fake friends fast who share your similar interests. I should have worded that differently though...if you don't make GIRLfriends, then turn to drugs. So, why? I mean, why don't I have any girl friends or girlfriends? My explanation for the complexity of the situation is resolved by understanding the...um...foreskin.foreskin.foreskin.foreskin.foreskin. I am a man obsessed. Sorry, these things always get a hold on me. Oh, Lord. I am one sorry, ugly ass motherfucker. You see, I direct all of the energy for my anger towards myself. Turn-off. Yes. Later. A little later. I hope Jonathon goes over to Beth's house. It is lonelified over here. Eeek. I am. Going to. Cry. Now. Goodbye.