Babies, oh babies. They give me enough reason

Babies, oh babies. They give me enough reason to mock this world. They are lovely, cute, happy creatures dragged into this world by their parents. And parents are either so selfish

or too callous, believing that their child is God's gift to mankind. There are ever only two outcomes when parents nurture their child in such a way. The first being a sheltered

lollipop too afraid of back injuries to tie her own shoes, and improperly socialized phychopaths who can't be bothered to wear shoes. I was worried she might be the latter, especia

lly as I'd been on a course which said that shoelessness indicates an elite psychopath. I did my best to avoid her gaze so as not to catch psychopathy (another tip from my course)

I was terrified and panicky, but I couldn't help but snicker. Of all the ends I might have expected, I never thought I would be stalked by a Pez version of the Queen of Spades. I h

opped on the next freight train out of candy land. Next stop, the Land of Dairy Queen.

The Land of Dairy Queen was run by minimum-wage teens who were to cool to do a bang-up job. The tall cones were crooked, as if the ice cream was trying to dodge oncoming tongues.

The desire to get out of this small, shit town gets stronger everyday. Maybe it'd be a bit more bearable if I did cocaine or something, but since I'm too wussy to try new things,

I'll continue to cope, and I'll settle back into my routine, for now. However if I am persistent enough, then surely someday I'll overcome my fears and move on with life.