I just realized that

 nobody cares.

Excuse me.

    I am going to go scream in my car. :) 

A long time ago

     I used to be inspired. I used to be courageous. I used to give a fuck. What the hell happened? Why the hell am I in such mental turmoil that I cannot simply calm down. Everyone else is having a good time in life except for me and that is more than "not okay." That is terrible. Horrible. Dreadful. Disgusting.

Too many options.

 I am exasperated. So much so that it is taking a physical toll on my body. It freaks me out how often the phone ring-ring-rings and how much I pace-pace-pace, only to find the call is not for me. Why? Why am I not important enough to contact right now? I don't understand it. I hardly like it. I truly dislike not feeling important. If someone could contact me, just to say "hello?" I'd appreciate it. But right now, it's as if my life is suffering at the end of a rope. Burning to a crisp, with me along with it.

I don't know what I'm doing here either.

Expect more disappointment soon.

PLEASE EXCUSE ME PUBLIC

OLD OLD OLD POST I have been much to busy this past lifetime to even pay attention to my love of ignoring everything else to even remember about updating this ( much to the dismay of those who may care.) But There shall be new entries in no time, I assure you this, insane asylum! Nevertheless, I suppose I should update the few people who read this what I have been up to. I just did a Roast Battle at the World Famous Comedy Store! And although I lost, I truly enjoyed feeling the glow of a spotlight on me. Not to mention I said all my jokes right and three of the judges after the match congratulated me on my efforts. It just goes to show that no matter how much I want to be I'll never totally be the bad guy that I tend to see myself as. And the reason I even see myself as a bad guy in the first place is basically because I worry I'm not doing enough here! On the Internets! How silly is that, I ask of you? I assume nobody will be vigilant enough to discover me rambling about nothing here, just like my hero Cantinflas, but alas it all seems okay.

NOT GOING TO SADFISH ANYMORE

I've noticed that there's been a heaping amount of people who look to blogging to sadfish. As if it's a proper way to go ahead and write. It isn't. And I'll figure a way out of my own habits that I do myself. Believe you me.