It's 12 AM, I got work tomorrow at 11 am. I'm tired, but can't sleep. My knees cracked, so their stinging, and I'm afraid to move. So as I sit here typing this entry about totally nothing, I'm thinking "I've got writers block, time to carve into a stone". And here it goes.
Let's discuss ME. Not trying to be self centered or anything. But the headline DOES say And Then There Was Me.
As the Christmas spirit is starting unwrap itself inside of us, I realized that I don't have a photo of Santa. My two siblings do. Santa was scary back in those days. Sitting on random stranger's lap. That screams pedophile to me. And they trying to send MJ for have sleepovers. Fuck this.
This is now turned to my official rant about anything I come up with.