i am tim's motivation. i do not exist. i need something to happen soon. a job, cancer, anything. shit is so old, its sprouted hairs and turned crumbly and grey. i dont kno what im gonna this weekend. i doubt itll top the past weekend. i feel like staying home. but my ps2 is broke. hello, super nintendo. hiya, he says. u ever met the bottom of my busted ass adidas, size 12? no, im afraid i havent, replied he. let me introduce u then. shit pisses me off. i feel like a land mine ready to be stepped on. i might go to timmys and beat someone up. thats i what i need. thats what every1 needs. to beat someone up. destroy something beautiful. nba has started. so has college basketball. this doesnt make me happy, but it does bring joy.