Holy Shit

Don't panic! DO NOT PANIC! I have a 6-10 page paper due tomorrow at 7pm on Egyptian... stuff? I don't know what exactly I'm writing on, but there's a good chance that it has something to do with Egypt. And the stuff located in Egypt. And the stuff that's located around the stuff in Egypt. And why it's there...

And blah.
And blah.
And blah.

Let's go pack a pipe, smoke, and forget about this damn thing. Maybe we can fly on some dragons and stuff. We can shoot fire at the peasants, hence burninating them. That's right; burninating.

Semi-colons are cool. If you don't like semi-colons, you suck. I'm in LOVE with them. Semi-colons forever!

Work sucks, though. I know. She left me roses by the stairs; surprises let's me know she cares. Except none of that EVER happened. Ever.

I feel that the quality of my work has been suffering due the depression/weed smoking of late. Look at all of those sentence fragments up there. Go on; I'll give you a second. Horrible, isn't it? But this just seems like a rut that I'm not going to be able to get out of for a while. The weed smoking is totally welcome, though. The depression has to go. ASAP, I might add.

But alas, I like using the word "alas." I'm not entirely sure on what it means, but I use it anyway. Am I part of the problem with America? You know; that whole thing where basically every kid on the planet is a FUCKING RETARD? Have you noticed that? I certainly have. I think stupid people should stop breeding and making hideous clones of themselves. Stupidity is an epidemic, people, and we have to stop.

Mass murder, anyone?