I always figured it would be like two jagged planks from a shipwreck holding hands to keep themselves afloat.

Spent the last of my food money on a twelve pack of beer, but thats ok cos it's basically an investment. I've been thinking seriously about my future; I'm planning my entire life out on the wall calendar I keep hanging on the back of the toilet door. All the important dates of 2017 have already been circled and underlined. Keep writing myself these little post-it notes. Monday I take out garbage, and Wednesday of course is laundry day, and on Friday I buy bullets.

My life is a brightly coloured flowchart with lines so straight and true you could navigate the pacific ocean with it. I mean you could set the very stars by my pocketwatch.

I'm kind of an overly emotional person I guess, and right now things are a seething cauldron of confusion. I'm far too easy to mess with, I get myself in these horrible tangles. Why can't it just be simple? Why can't the goddamn jigsaw pieces ever just come precut as perfect squares?

I feel like a sleepy volcano. A sleepy, hungover as fuck, irritable volcano.

In other news, LULZ2 is beginning to take shape. Need to work on it a lot more, but once the basic framework is in place development will be a lot faster.