[ WP ] Give the reader a tour of your mind .

**~~Inspiration~~ ( There's never a dull moment when you kick and scream your way through life... ) ** 
 
 So I don ’ t reckon I know what this is going to be about just yet. I just got done reading some works by my friend, Natasha, who would pwn me at all things writing, and now I ’ m feeling, I don ’ t know, inspired or something. Just to make things clear given the context of the word “ friend ” in this particular instance, its defined as “ a bitter enemy that for some odd reason you continue talking with because you ’ re absolute contempt for them helps you define yourself. ” I know it sounds kind of fucked up, but we get along fine enough. 
 
 I think it ’ s important to note before we get to far into this that I ’ m listening to Seether as I ’ m writing this. It ’ s that song about that hooker committing suicide and how he just wanted to love her or something like that. Hella romantic… She ’ s my dream girl… Maybe this is why all my relationships fail. Or maybe it ’ s because I ’ m a lying, cheating, manipulative son of a bitch. Naw… I ’ m gon na go with the former. The point is the ADD kicks in and I have trouble concentrating if I try to listen to music and write at the same time, so potentially this could just go no where and I might just end up rocking out here in my big red saucer chair in my Martin the Martian pajama pants that I got for seventy-five cents at the thrift store until one of my roommates wakes up livid, and chucks a solid object at my head… Which would be completely inappropriate, I mean… I have a condition. I used to believe that ADD was just a load of crap that kids used as an excuse to get Adderall. Scratch that, I still think it ’ s a load of crap, but I figured that if these little shits are gon na use that excuse then I sure as hell am gon na use it too! I think it ’ s important to note that my opinion on ADD is made from a completely bias standpoint with only fabricated evidence to support it. I ’ ve done no research of my own and only have the biased opinions of people dumber, but older than me to support my claims. I fancy taking a Christian-like approach to things from time to time. 
 
 I said along time ago that I constantly contradict myself. I think I originally said it because when you have an argument like that to fall back on, no one can ever really say shit to you, I mean, I warned them all in advance. But now it ’ s sort of become a burden. Often times nowadays I go out of my way just to contradict myself simply to uphold my values. If I live long enough I may even contradict the fact that I contradict everything and just stop. I guess I ’ ll need something else to keep my life going after that though. Maybe I ’ ll have a kid or something… From what I hear that ’ s a pretty legit way to add meaning to your life, and I mean seriously how fucked up could he end up really? Just look around… I know, right? I ’ d like to think I could do a better job than that. The standard is set so low, even if I do a hella shitty job, the kid will still end up better than most. Whatever… I ’ m going to go make breakfast. Maybe I ’ ll pick this up when I come back, or maybe you can go get fucked. 
 
 Well, that was one hell of a meal. Elaboration? I scrounged the kitchen for anything edible. I came up with some rice from yesterday that was rock solid, some of my roommate ’ s tuna fish, and a tortilla that had been in the fridge so long it was starting to feel like cardboard. Being creative helps when you ’ re poor. I ’ m realistically going to have to lie later about the tuna fish too, either that or I could tell him to go sit on a pole. Probably the latter, just in case he reads this. Besides I ’ m still a little irked about when he made fun of my glasses last Saturday. Fuck ‘ em if he can ’ t take a joke! 
 
 So this is getting kind of long. Not long in the sense that it ’ s a lengthy piece of notable work, but long in the sense that if anyone actually read this far and saw that there was still more than a paragraph they would instantaneously realize that they had something better to do with their life and quit reading. So with that I bid you adieu, or to put it in common day vernacular, peace out, bitches. 

