About A Kid

I think I’m special even though mediocre is usually a more fitting label. I’m a snob who likes the finer things in life, and scowls at people who actually have them. i might have a teensy-weensy drinking problem, but i forget about it after a few drinks. I have extensive plans to build myself a robot heart out of discarded technology to prove once and for all that obsolete is not a state of mind. I bore myself with interests and almost never sweat the details.

I often dream of pulling Smirnoff Vodka bottles out of the dirt, like one would pull a flower up by the roots, and before I know it; I have a pile knee-high and start feeling insanely happy. Then i think about who i have to share them with, and feel decidedly less happy.

My life is the fragments of everything everyone else chucks away.