one second the chips were in my hand and the next they were in the air and then the next second, on the floor being stomped on.

i just had a stupid idea to google myself and it came up with a bunch of shit from when i was younger and i was slightly dumber than i am now. i used to be really annoying and i used to type in a way that really annoys me now isnt that weird how sometimes you get really fucking sick of yourself and it manifests in a change of identity? that is what happened to me. i literally became disgusted by the way i dressed, talked, behaved and i'm constantly reinventing myself until i settle into a character i like. i have been slacking in that department lately. i hate the idea of a blog because it chronicles all my bane life junctures. and then every ten years i will google myself and ill have a blog to write in about how i used to be so annoying ten years ago. i use to have like five past blogs. the last one i used last right before i went to basic training. i wish there was a way i could push an internet button and delete my internet footprint. 
maybe one day i will transition to drinking black coffee and start wearing my blocky glasses again and begin writing all these things that nobody reads in a composition notebook and then i will have a library with a bunch of untitled notebooks like kevin spacey in se7en. maybe. 
but i kinda like the idea of blogging (OBVIOUSLY.) because i am so in love with myself and i think everyone else should be, too and i feel sorry for the people who don't know me because i am just so fucking awesome. self affirmation is the greatest!

 i used to be pretty adorable. and i was not a thug haha