warpedwings

I've been pondering this:

What's worse, having a psychiatrist tell you your a figment of your friend's imagination.

Or

Being the friend who imagined up the friend above, and being footed the bill?

Today I turn twenty one, walked into my room to find pants, cookies, brandy and a George Foreman Grill. Woot, now I can drink and gamble? well I guess it was worth the wait.

Top reasons while I'll get sick this season:

1: Went outside with wet hair. "It'll dry faster"
2: Slept with an open window. "I need fresh air to sleep"
3: I lost my pants and am looking for them. "Did I leave them in the garage?
4: I eat to much sugar and anger the cold bacteria. "O'boy, cake!"
5: I will be around sick people "My hugs will make you better!"



Just a silly idea -shrugs- that's it...and they're all true reasons.

-Points at the reader with two finger-

Tired of not writing anything for this account and having inspiration for other writings I will eventually start to reawaken this account, my main entries? Zombies Aliens and a very dark and broken future, and maybe some super heroes.

-Crossing arms- I hope to write enough to please the audience out there. Thank you for your time

-ps I'm not feeling isolated-

So, I'm technically dead, I got some ideas on what I want to write, though, it's not like it matters, I'm pretty sure noone really watches or cares about my work.

Thanks for your time, enjoy.

PS If i do post, comment, or tell me to write more, I might give into peer pressure.