Ever want to talk philosophy? Me neither! This page is only for superficial fools who enjoy talking about swag and YOLO!
Okay, that is probably the biggest lie I've ever told.
I love philosophy. I love chemistry. I love nature. I love pretending I'm smart. Pretending I'm smart has some of the best benefits and most destructive consequences. But whatever.
I live by "C'est la vie." Or at least I wish I did. Let's try this: I attempt to abide by Sartre's concept of good faith, but every now and then (okay, quite frequently...) I have bad faith, meaning I brood on things that life just throws on me. But, I am who I am, and as much as I hate saying, "F--- the haters", I'm going to have to say, "F--- you if you don't like me, and buy me some damn ice cream!"
Yes, I'm odd. I'm not normal. In any way. I probably belong in a straight jacket 95% of the time. Yes, I am writing in horrible, choppy statements that make me look like an ignoramus to poor Mother Grammar. Don't worry, people. I can speak and write correctly. I just choose not to, say, 92% of the time.
Did you know 81% of people make up statistics? 97% of those guys are bad at math, too. If you're one of the 4% who isn't, please help me with my calculus... <3
Bleh. My mind goes places. Not fun places either. Okay, it goes to candyland. It's the best place to go if you're not feeling well.
If you want to really know me, you're going to have to analyze what I say because I don't want to because I say too much because that's what my mommy does because she's crazy because she comes from a crazy family because her daddy comes from a crazy family because I seriously need to see a therapist...