Hello Again,
Life is still life here in the stupid. To avoid this turning into just a rant about how much I hate this place, I'm just not going to get into it. So love huh? You watch movies and read books about how love is this mystical experience where you're completely overwhelmed and then you fart glitter and rainbows and die happy. The more I think about it, and the more I age, I'm more feeling that love is a lie. Love is a lie, like Christmas is a lie, or valentines day, or the Easter bunny. It's something you tell kids about so they don't off themselves before they turn thirty. "Don't worry Son, one day, you'll fall in love, and it will all be worth while." Yeah...riiiiight... What they should really say is, "Son, life is a series of crappy relationships, here to crush you over and over again until your heart is cold and dead like a fish sewn into your chest." But, you never give up hope. It's like the dog you swat on the nose for biting. Bite, swat, lesson failed, repeat. I guess that's just in our nature. I will persevere. I will find this mystical, "love," creature, and conquer it like a viking. I will one day fart glitter with the unicorns, and die with a smile on my face.
-Chris
