I think about 90% of my library is DirkJake, 8% Pepsi-Cola (or JohnDave), and 2% actual stories.
I'd like my life back now, Hussie.
Never mind, I never had one.
Anyways, I haven't posted in this for a while, and I'm sure no one's noticed or cared. That's not stopping me from writing this though.
Today's September 25 and just a couple hours away from being September 26 (where I live). The world was supposed to end September 23. I've stopped listening to the dumbass shit they say now. It's the only way you can really live -- to completely stop caring about everything and stop listening to dumb shit. I don't need to know beforehand when the world's going to end because I'll know when it happens. Either way, it's going to happen and kill us all. I'd rather live the rest of my days "happy" than dread every second. I'm aware not everyone thinks this way, and that's okay.
I got to like 400 words, but deleted it because I typed too into my dark, "too-real-to-make-public" sort of thoughts. Guess I'll leave you at 191.
