yes. there is a reason. there is a something.

i guess you had to find me here. I've been so predictable thus far, why change now? i've been so easy to figure out, why change now? shit, i'm even listening to bright eyes right now. Who'da thunk it? I know, for real. i'm totally listening to bright eyes, and all these other fucking buzz bands. fireworks. they lit up the windows years ago. on some second story, we both were so lonely. for something so much better. a change in the weather. driving under the influence, trying to be someone else. or be anywhere at all. okay, bright eyes just ended, but something equally pretentious of me has come on. i think i will go buy a shirt from urban outfitters tomorrow. we walked by it one time. i have to work tomorrow, but i'm a model now, so who cares? i say that with as much egotism as possible. because i'm a complete fuck face. just ask anyone. they will tell you how awful i am, how i love myself so much, and think i'm so cool. If you know me at all you know it's not true. you know how much i hate myself. could i ever be a writer? i highly doubt it. making the things i do sound interesting would be tricky. they are all so done before. I really just want some indian food. i really just want to buy a new record. i really just want someone to hold me and tell me it will be okay. thats from a movie, but not the kind you would expect of me. something a little different, but i was able to derive the necessary amount of self hatred from the script. yeah me. yeah me and Ernest Hemingway. that might be the name of the new record. It is for sure one of the new song titles, but maybe the name of the record. it works so well. no one can tell why, everyone can tell. betrayal. i just wanted to see if i could spell it. i consumed 3 total fat grams today. i ate fat free pringles and a bag of baked lays. here is to being awful. raise your fucking glasses. raise them like i do. get lost. get found. get fucked. this is me at my best. i. am. so. predictable.