I'm Pissed.

Because my old blog disappeared.
Because my house is full of people and I'd rather just be asleep right now.
Because people be ragging on me to use my computer.

I didn't even have a computer until a number of weeks ago. Now I know how annoyed everyone else must have been when I asked to use theirs. On one hand, I'm glad to have my own, so I'm not bothering anybody -- on the other hand, I'm pissed because now people are bothering me.

However, a little bothering never killed anyone. And I doubt it'll kill me.

I failed at quitting smoking. Now every time I smoke, I feel as though I'm wasting time. I don't know if that's good or bad. Obviously, I'd still like to quit smoking, and resenting cigarettes is a step in the right direction, but I'm pretty much a spaz as it is, I don't know if I need one more thing to worry about.

Worry. That is a subject I know too much of, as of late. The haunting question of what will happen.... is pretty shitty. (Just when you thought I was going to get seriously wordy, I whip out "shitty". High-five to my salty speech.)

I'm supposed to be drinking the Dr'ice and talking to guests. Instead, here I sit. I raked in the dollars today. I feel as though my day is over, hence wanting to hide away from the public that constantly pervades my living space. I love you guys, but dang. Y'all don't know when to stop pouring in.

It's not their fault though. They all come separately, for different reasons, it just ends up that there's an interesting mix after time, and they all want to talk to each other. We are just required to stay and make sure shit doesn't get outta control. Blah.

I don't know why I'm writing this. It's not for any particular reason.

On Myspace, people read my blogs, apparently. But I think I am sick of writing for that audience. I think at this point in my life, I should be writing for myself. Yes! the internet: home of the selfish bastards!

All of us are. Selfish bastards. That's the whole gimmick about blogs.
I think I'll go now.