blog blog blog ive got 5 minutes left and im going to say some things to no one in particular.

man. normal shit. normal boring life shitt that trivial crap which amounts to so muc stress and pressure just drives me nuts, registering for class being social with these fuckwits so that they dont think im a maniac and generally just trying to not kill people when they get annoying and meeting my mother fucking responsibilities and desiring mad amounts of things. sigh. fuckwit sigh.

man why am i complaining life is so grand. i mean so grand. no ampersands needed here no bullshit or backwards crap necessary in this revolution. i spent friday night cooking with a huge squat in florence meeting a travelling bicycle circus and having a blast, also walking so much and chasing down sunsets over bridges in venice just wondering if i will ever get to any of these places again. i wonder. i never seem to know. ive done such fun fun fun fun things. and i feel worthless not to mention so alone, so constantly alone. fuck. that is such crap. i fucking hate feeling alone. i just want love who wants to love me? anybody?