It's all bullshit. The browser you detected is also full of shit. You're both full of reasons and of matter of fack reasons.  Fuck that.
That's my mantra.
Fuck that.
Fuck that.
Fuck that.

Spinning in infinity

I'm watching the best movie ever: Avalanche Sharks

 The description is:

(2013) A snow Avalanche awakens humongous, prehistoric sharks that proceed to chomp on bikini-clad coeds.

I've gone a little crazy.  I do that from time to time. It's fun. Good?

I don't know, but I'm am writing which I should do more of.
Although you don't read it. I should still practice my prose.

It makes me feel better.

I've got pure imagination.

It's best if I get it out.

Occasionally I deliver beautiful dissertations.

Delivered from my dreams, orated from the drunken opening in my face.

I don't recall those, so it's better when I put my fingers to the keys and dispel the negativity that wants to sink to the bottom with me.

This reminds me.

Just remember two words:

Fuck That.

Avalanche Sharks.

It's beautiful.

Who cares.

Zero Fucks.

His prose.

Is moxie.

Damnit, just be cool bitch.

ugh, you know I hate that.  You know, the time when you're super excited for a first date, and something comes up with the lady in question.
I had made plans for a date. 😊
I can't believe I just used that emoji.
I digress.
We had recently met at work and had some good conversations.
I thought about it...
Went for it.
Nailed it.
It was supposed to go down tonight.

Sooooooooo sorry!
I have an issue to deal with.
No worries
Rescheduling is an option
Thanks for understanding.

Cool, that's all.

Damn I was excited
A little deflated
I'll be ok
What's for dinner?