most people would say that monday is perhaps the worst day of the week. i mean, you have to come back to reality, right?

this i beg to differ on, i haven’t even experienced tuesday yet, but i know its going to be even longer than today. and today has been long, don’t get me wrong, but tuesday is the ass day of the week. farthest from either end of the weekend, only bringing hatred and death. tuesday is one of those days where it doesn’t matter how much sleep you get be it 4 hours or 12, you’re still gonna be tired the next morning, and contempleting the thought of suicide and getting to sleep for the rest of eternity.

of course its not that bad at all, but i think that blowing things out of proportion gives new meaning to my life, which is the horrible exsistance that ryan driscoll deserves to live in. obviously since my life is quiet and boring, much to match my own disposition, i spice things up by embellishing. it gives me the self importance and the ability to go on that i desperatly need in my life. if i couldn’t embellish then i couldn’t impress people, and well, if i couldn’t impress people, well i might as well not exsist, because existing for the sake of exsistance is something that even the bible says is wrong.

“idle hands are the devil’s workshop”

so damn, i just figured out everything there is to know about my life, and since i already have the meaning down pat, i might as well just damn myself and everyone else, since now that i have all the answers i can be bitter about it and persecute everyone else who hasn’t reached the same plateau that i believe i’ve hit. i love my plateau. only i can occupy it, and its all mine. other people only wish they could understand and feel the level of happiness that i have reached, sucks for all you guys.

so i stick my proverbeal tounge out at all of you, for i am the master of all creation and those who don’t live in my world shall perish by my seering eyes and holier-than-thou attitude and accusations.

i love america more than i love myself.

peace