So if you keep on keepin’ on pre-empting the final question because you’re afraid of any answers you might actually receive are you expeditious, or are you just a fucking coward? And in the end, does it matter, or will the little chubby children make fun of you anyway, regardless?
Every last damn thing that happens makes me more and more cyncial. And yet at the same time I try to be more and more nice. It’s a recipe for splitting (borderline term applied incorrectly), a recipe for insanity.
I joined the 51 club tonight. We’ll see if I can shell out for that shit.
I don’t know how I feel about loyalty. When other people have it to me, the question of whether or not I appreciate it hinges on how I feel about them. I don’t know if it’s the same way for other people. I get the feeling that some people like every damn person on Earth no matter how useless, and that other people will die before they show an ounce of loyalty, even if their feeling runs as deep as the Mariana Trench.