Why stop now?

Thinking of meaningful things to say is next to impossible for me. Thus the things I say have come to have little or no meaning.

I like secrets. They sound like breathmints smell. Minty and refreshing, and with just a hint of morningshitbreath .

Don't eat cheese before bed. I almost wrote bread. That would have been a horrible lie. Im sorry bread.

I dont know what blogs are for.

My blog is better than everyone elses.