whoa, people didn't think that was completely incoherent. thanks, i'm not sure what else to say, i'm bad with compliments and terrified that what i write before nodding off at 5-something in the morning earns them. i'm not sure i'll live long if i try to channel the magic that drew praise with any kind of consistency.

zen-hipster?? i'm going to need therapy other than overpaying for my shrink to put her dea# on a treatment plan of only contradictory types of scheduled stuff with abuse potential
i hate hipsters and hipsters hate me, and i'll go pretty far out of my way to fuck with anyone with plastic glasses frames who talk about their emotions for reasons other than obtaining drugs to treat narcolepsy and drugs to relax and sleep. strangely, real mexicans in mexico all want to kill me and i have no clue why.