Showing posts with label wpm. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wpm. Show all posts

12.14.2007

numero uno

This is my first post on this site. Exciting? Yes. You know, I had an interesting conversation with Jenni Milling this evening. About petroleum jelly. Old people use it for lube. Isn't that gross? I think it's gross, becuase old people are like celibate. They do not fuck. That's just disgusting. I'm getting a horrible mental image right now that I'm trying to block, but it's like, not happening. I've realized that I'm indeed addicted to the computer. I completely change my myspace every day because I get bored of having the same layout. I change my song every ten minutes. It's really bad. Max says he's never seen anything like it. I can type 65 wpm. Which means words per minute. In case you didn't know that.
So we're definitly going to die in 2012 and I'm scared. I want to see past the age of 20, becuase like, what's the point of living now if I'm just going to die in fucking five years? I don't know either! It's pretty retarded. I hope it's not slow and painful, becuase that would suck ass. I hope it's just quick and I don't even realize what's happening. I'm probably going to hell though. Because I'm a horrible person. But that's beside the fact. What happens if I'm like the last person left in the universe? Like in I am Legend? That would suck. I'd probably save Stinky too. If she's still alive then, because who knows? She's got this weird thing on her back and I don't know what it is but it looks like a tumor. It scares me. What would I do without Stinky? Probably kill myself. That's what. We'd go play golf and try to find a cure for all the vampire zombie people. Or whatever they are.