Some people try too hard to be different. I admit I'm one of them, but being different means a lot to me. I'm not sure why, but it's just inside of me. So, sorry. So sorry.

But what I really came here for was to complain about last night. To tell you the truth, I don't think I want to tell you about last night, though. What I'd really like is some damn ice cream. The sad thing is, I could go now to the store and get some ice cream, but I've already run out of music to blast in the car. Actually, scratch that, I haven't.

As my thought process rolls out before you.

Slave scream. And once again, I've become incredibly bored with the Net.

*terminates*