WHAT'S YOUR DEALIO...?

Hello my fellow Earth dwellers!

Just more bullshit opinion you don't need from a guy you probably know as well as the back of your hand.

(You don't know the back of your hand.)

(Oh yea? Without looking, tell me how many damn wrinkles are on your far left knuckle).

(That's right, you think you know the back of your damn hand but you damn well don't).

Today was an interesting piece of work. I was reborn this morning and found myself smothered under blankets. From there on I ended up in school somehow. I don't know about you--but just saying hi to people and giving them high fives in hallways gives a MAJOR fucking boost of confidence to me. I might be feeling shitty but as soon as I'm on a roll, giving sky-high-fives and saying those awesome teenage obnoxious sentiments of "WADAWP YO" to my peers, I feel like I'm on top of the world. Of course you must know what I mean. And if you don't, I will hurt you until you do. Or at least you say you do, regardless of whether or not you're telling the truth.

Later today I was choreographing my FUCKING ballet dance for my Beginner's Dance Class (ballet is for pussies but if I insert a manly word like "FUCKING" in front of it, it balances out). I couldn't help but notice this girl who just sat in the back of class, chewing gum, and STARING AT THE WALL. (Literally, this chicah stared at the wall). It then struck me that this is exactly what she did every single day. I mean--who the fuck does she think she is? The wall police? Not in my fucking town. I mean, it's one thing doing nothing, but it's another doing nothing EVERY DAY. I just want to walk up to her and ask "What's your dealio?!" Now hold up. I know what you might be thinking:

"Kid Will, chillax you insensitive nazi, maybe's she's just anti-social so be understanding--DON'T BE HATING!"

And I might reply with: No. Just flat out no.

I mean she could be reading, drawing, or writing something that's on her mind. If she had a mind. But no. She stares into blank space. She reminds me of a vegetable. I hate vegetables. Except when they're all chopped up in soup. I love soup.

Cheers to 4/20.

Who the Fk cares about 4/20?

"WILL KID! I CARE ABOUT 4/20!!"

No you don't. You think you do. Maybe because you're a pot user. And if you do smoke pot or want to smoke pot because of this culture's bullshitidy then you are a tool.

Yes. A tool.

I suppose this is where I shall stop typing to wait 24 hours to quietly resume.

Just remember children: keep your mind sharp. Stay away from those pieces of shit drugs that this culture obsesses about . And if you don't I will end you.