Kindle

I can publish my crap onto amazon and get money for it. I should use a pen name, something like "Kriss" or "Savario" or something I have no clue. I am excited, time to start trying to write my crappy novel that people will obviously not pay for, wait until it's free, then describe how utterly repulsive it was to look at and how dare I not find a credible editor, instead I pay some poor girl at a gas station a couple bucks to look it over. Oh the possibilities. Do I finish the novel I have started and publish that or do I write a short story to get the words flowing. I have many things I can do.

Classes

The things I've learned from school, which I can learn online but the government would end up getting me, are amazing. But, out of all the things I have learned, I wish I could be taught how to forge legal documents, not that I would be forging any legal documents for any means of course.

Though, this semester, I do like how I'm being taught how to speak lawyer.

Trying

So I keep trying to post on this site. I have no true clue why but I would like to first say that I love how people don't read this, which makes me feel a whole lot better about this. So now that I know this, I can actually start posting things that are more about me rather than trying to say, in many different ways, about how I will post something.

So, there's this person I have been trying to flirt with for over a year now, I know they're not married, I know they don't have kids, I know more about them than people I've known in my life for much longer. I think it's about time to try even harder with this. Maybe ask thier first name rather than only knowing thier last name. I'm sure they know mine. Last time I tried to be with someone, things went wrong, but it has been about six months now so I think it's about time to try again. Hopefully I get to see them again, I really want that.

Oh my

If I was rich, I wouldn't drive any fancy new car or anything like that, I am now too close to my own. I think I'd pay to get her raised another six inches or ten inches off the ground, only because I think that's the reason why half my exhaust was torn off, and then put on bigger tires, so I can actually race her safely on dirt. I bet she would love that, being able to go 80 in dirt without having to break apart so easily, and of course get her exhaust fixed, and a new gas tank since half mine is dented in.

Fucking people on the road, speed up then slow down, the speed limit is 55, stay that speed limit, and then don't decide to floor it as a car tries to pass you because you're a fucking idiot doing 40 miles an hour and thinks that they own the road, and then you people should never pull out infront of a car doing 85+ (my spedometer only goes up to 85 I really have no clue how fast I go once she hits that mark) because you want to die. I'm quite sure, that with all these people with thier newer cars from the 90's and 00's would get crushed by a metal car. Thank god she has a new transmission and motor.

I should just get a really big older chevy from the 40's, preferably 46.

I swear more and more people have a death wish or something, I see idiots pull out in front of semis making the semis slamm on thier brakes, and hitch hikers running out into traffic to try and get people to stop. Oh, and a crazy lady doing yoga in front of on coming cars. That was a terror.


Oh, and then, I have been reading the paper, mostly for the sherrif's calls as I always do, and I'm seeing more and more calls, in every issue for the past few months, about parents calling the police on thier kids for stupid things. A four year old refuses to listen to his parents, they call the police. A brother and step brother are arguing, they call the police. A sister hits brother because they faught over a piece of furniture, they call the police. I mean really. I understand that there are certain circumstances in which the police need to be involved within a family matter such as that but really, if they can't deal with thier child then what's the point of them even having thier children in the first place?

You know, I feel bad for the police. They say that the police are not always there when you need them, well, that's because they have to deal with stupid shit like a little girl who refuses to eat her dinner.

New Post

Just trying to keep up. Found out my favorite wine is White Zinfandel. I've got nothing, I'll start trying to post again maybe in another year or two, or a month or whatever.

Posting on a constant time frame, or posting anything is hard. I still don't know why I even started this blog.

Well

The end of the world came. It was quite a dissapointment actually. There were no riots. I'm a little dissapointed.