this has all gone to shit and a half. i'd spare you, but i'm addicted to spreading misery with my "loves company" brand butter knife. mostly i'm just tired of waiting around for something to happen. or trying to prevent other things from happening. all i know is if i don't exercise self-control, everything will get a hell of a lot worse. can't go around letting my mouth be the slut that she is. kissing is just too nice, and it really shouldn't have been invented lest people like me discover it, and how to do it well. i just like to share my talents is all. too bad i can't write half as well as i kiss. you'd all cream your pants.