mish

in all my years of existence.  i have boiled my raging mind and spirit down to what seems to be a case of cholangiopancreatographic brain disease.  it became relevant after screaming out of my musty smelling car (reference wet pants in the trunk gradually decaying from a state of unidentified liquid on the ass side)  that people are right and my views are just straight up ridiculous.  my existence has culminated into what seems to be an endless abyss of raging fun and spontaneous black spots that re occur randomly, typically friday night saturday night sunday night and now tuesady night.  yes. i will never learn from my mistakes, why you may ask, because i enjoy my mistakes way too much to stop doing them.  

i am a social idiot.  this is what makes me, me.

tops.