Tila Tequila is a stripper, I don’t give a shit what you say
To me, what’s weird about writing is that, for some reason, I never know what I’m going to write until I actually sit down and start typing. Then, like a pheonix rising out of the ashes, the words start pouring and the floodgates are opened. (See what I fucking did there, I wrote two metaphors without mixing them. I’m so fucking smart, I’m a genius.)
Anyway, as you can probably guess, this post is about nothing. It’s just an excuse for me to write some shit down and, fuck, I don’t know, kill time. Because I can do that, you know. I can take a knife and shove it in time’s chest and call it my bitch. Because time, as Justin’s dad will tell you, is a bitch, and I have decided to make it mine.
On another, more awesome note, visit that link above. That guy has the best twitter feed ever.
