Shut up, brain...!

OR I'LL STAB YOU WITH A Q-TIP!

Rice.

wtf.

Angles.

I blame the soccerball. It talks to me. Flaming Barrel rolls.

Someone once asked me, if I could know the date and time when I would die, would I *want* to know? I said, no. But I WOULD want to know how many people I take out with me when I go. Anything less than double digits is a wasted effort.

So I'm going to be 25 soon. I don't feel old. When I'm 40, I won't feel old. I'm too immature at heart to ever feel old. But. Why is it I look around at people barely older than I am and they have so much more? And please. Don't think I'm someone who places value on materialism. I refer to "the much more" in terms of those things that are valuable beyond words.

I feel left behind.

Whatever.