09.03.02 - 1:51 pm

life could be a stack of rubber bands. life could be titled and summed up in one word, one adjective. my life is a neglected pot of macoroni boiling over in the next room. nothing makes sense but is anything really supposed to make sense to everyone? its selfish to design something for everyone. one size fiits all is merely relative to who you have a schema of entitled "all" in your head. for the most part people are afraid of getting in trouble, but are they afraid for the right reasons? is the consequence so great that progress is hushed? horses have something to do with glue, and i really wonder how that connection was made. how did people invent coffee? i need two people to move my fish tank, but they have to have more patience than me. i dont think monica has had a day in her life without a constant bludgeoning of negativity, offending material, cursing, sex, violence, aggression, sexism and general unfairness in the word. she is naive to the fact that nothing will change and hedonism is what perpetuates people, and not the psuedohappiness and well being portrayed in the post WW2 era television sitcom families. ill still do my best to raise my kids appropriately, but more importantly.....accordingly.

thats enough of that.