the culling song
53 days. that's not the length of time between entries but rather a countdown to the nfl draft. yeahyer. i'm feeling bored. maybe not bored. i'm not feeling creative. i haven't written anything in awhile. i haven't taken a picture in a few weeks. i make the same perverted jokes i always make. why this bothers me now, i don't know. maybe just too repetitive now. too safe, as odd as that may sound. maybe it's just the calm before the storm of winning my $300 million tonight. that's right bitches, daddy's winning the lotto tonight. that or i've lost it considering i just referred to myself as "daddy."