This, my friends, is a sign of the Apocalypse.

More frightening than any site I've ever been a part of.

But a great place to buy hoochie gowns and fine art.

All you have to do to mess up never is to once ever.

Also, I have discovered my threshold for cotton candy intake.

It was nowhere near as much as I thought it would be.

I hate learning things like that about myself.

I will not enjoy my time in your store. I'm sorry. I just can't. So please, stop telling me to.
It's not like you even ask. You just tell me. "Enjoy your visit to Wal Mart." An order, though often veiled by a mildly retarded smile, is still an order.

Come watch fireflies with me.

Seems like such a simple request.

Reality has an amazing ability to mess with simplicity.

This is an entry for the sake of having a recent entry.

On the outside.