Hey, remember when I had a blog?
I’ve missed you guys…don't make me call the Obvious Police on my first day back K?
...Anyone still out there?
Wow I look skinny
Echoes can be fun yo.
Don’t worry about me; talking to myself has become a self-healing art form.
So with the exception of the madness that is my daily commuter bus ...aka, Mobile Prison, I love my new gig.
And really how wrong could it possibly be to want to take a number 2 pencil and stab the living hell out of a few inconsiderate bus riding commuters.... you know, just the ones holding the un-muted hand held devices?
Those that continue to breathe.
Only make them bleed long enough to hemorrhage and burst one of their most necessary arteries.
...To have the pleasure of watching them explode right before my very eyes...
But the good news is that my new insurance covers all the new Bus Rage I can muster.
And I’m an excellent musterer btw.
I figured out that if I tell the doctors that the Bus o' Rage is a side effect of my yeast infection they have to treat me.
It could happen.
I know how to work a system people.
Ok back to the pencil killing.
Like I ever left it.
So here’s the plan-I figure if just one if us takes the hit and makes the news for vigilante Led Homicide everywhere those inconsiderate whore stains will think twice before taking out their phones to have a conversation about NOTHING thus disturbing 49 other potential Led Pencil Killing commuters at 5:30 in the morning...
come on, just one tiny stab...
I'm going to get the sharpener. Nobody try to stop me.
VIBRATE BUTTON Whore Bag!!!!! It's not just for masturbating anymore!!!!
So I'm well.
How goes it by all of you?