I wonder what happens when the views hit 10,000. Guess we'll see.

I was just re-reading shit from the last time I wrote here instead of in the notebook I've been using, and it's fucking amazing to see that pretty much everything I'm saying now is just a more refined version of the same shit I was saying a few months ago, which was a more refined version of the same shit I was saying what, ten years ago, which is probably the same shit I was writing back when I had piles of notebooks.

I'm glad I've evolved and developed so much in my life, really changed for the better and generally just been a dynamic, interesting person.

Fuck, man. Peak mediocrity.

Also, from a few months ago:

"I need one of them tattoo'd animal shelter chicks who cries about how mean people are to ants or something. A radical shift in the exact opposite direction things have been."

I mean that's actually pretty close, putting aside obvious exaggeration, lmao.

Turns out I have no idea what to do with one of those and what I need is a person sized pillow that gives you dreams about watching netflix with the perfect woman or something.

Or one that just shoots you up and makes you all warm for a few hours. That sounds much lower tech and possible to accomplish.

I bet there's a huge fucking market for that. Both those things, the dream pillow or the old blanket with some needles stuffed in it.