also, chad, you've got a lot of things on your mind

hahaha, so untrue. between managing friends and manouvering down the highway to get to work, there's absolutely nothing. i love absolutely nothing. i hate that i love it. that's a bad way, i suppose. i guess i have to accept it.

in this new paragraph, the main topic will switch to me complaining about how i can't see past my own discomfort. it is my most most familiar theme. oh, was what i just saw good? i couldn't tell because i was preoccupied with being so hypochondriacal. actually, i'd think there is something wrong with our bodies if they are not perfectly scissored and lean. i mean, they were designed to work a certain way and be a certain porportion. but anyway, most people are like, 'well, you don't see us complaining about those minor irritations'

yeah, i know, for the most part i don't hear you complaining about that. you probably have more things on your mind