I'm an alien from outter space.....

CURRENT POSITION- jobless squatter, college dropout, friendly advisor, rude criticizer,
GOOD at many things,
MASTER of nothing...

Hello...
If you are reading this, then you must be as bored as I am with the world.
or,
you fit the above description
(if the latter, you should work on that...)
Any who, this will be my first addition to my blog, (hold for applause)...
and you have been unlucky enough to stumble upon it.
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At press time, I personally feel the need to say that you probably won't learn anything from me.
I am not a psychologist, sociologist, or proctologist, (not even a giggle? ok.)
I'm just a bored young rebel without a cause.
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Give me a minute...
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-In another pointless day,

I have come to realize that I may not actually be who i think i am. I had an out-of-body experience...and was not on any illegal drugs, (i just said NO). Earlier, I was explaining this to others...a select few friends i trust.

I told Smarty-Pants* (who will from this point on be nicknamed SP*) that i felt like everyone was weird, and unfamiliar-a bit estranged.

SP* found this statement to be oh-so comical, responding with, "Maybe it is YOU who is estranged, YOU are the weird one. The body snatchers have collected their first victim..." followed by a long and annoying combination of 'mu hu hahahas'. I doubted it.

Slightly perturbed by her comment, I started to realize, she may be right. I DO feel estranged, detached somewhat. You know the scenes in movies where the main character is moving in 'real-time', and everyone else around him is going so fast with their important meetings and jobs and fast lives?? That's me. I'm the slow one. Taking my sweet time in life, waiting for the sudden collision of REAL-REALITY and the one I happen to live in right now.

How utterly pathetic.
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At this point you can either go on to your
regularly scheduled program,
or,
stay tuned...and wait for the
CRASH.