growing molds on my body

I'm a bum.

This fact makes my spirit weep. When I first walked the earth, it was instantly obvious that I had fire and wind in my soul. They kept thinking I had worms on my butt, or something. I was always itching for something. I'm a restless spirit. And right now, I think I have been put in peace for far too long.

I graduated march 25th this year. And what's the date now? March 13th. I couldn't help but think how unproductive I am!

Now why am I thinking this? ahhhh. right. because I have no money. I have no bloody freakin money, no moolah, no honey from the pockets, not a drip of blessing from mammon, not bit of sweet sweet rustblood-smelling paper, NIL!

I haven't left home in four days. Now that's a terrible thing to befall someone like me. This is some world class ranting right here.

But there's another devil whispering into my ear... "enjoy it Adrian, It's for the greater good, for the salvation of your poor body, enjoy it. Surf all day, read less, watch tv, eat a lot, don't exercise, MWAHAHAHA!"

I guess by now you notice that I have just went up a notch in the 'retard-O-meter.' Spawning imaginary friends and ridicilous-sounding and ear-whispering imps.

but that's cool - like some thing I heard from a James Bond film, "The line between genius and insanity is drawn only by success."