.::still blinking::.

When I grow up, I want to be nice.

Or the Loch Ness Monster. Really I don’t care much about being nice as much as honest and haunting old lakes.

And some days I really want to punch people in the face. Unsuspecting, smiley neighbors. You. Stupid drivers. Construction workers. Harmon’s.

I would like to draw your attention here.

I would never spray your daughters hair blue while I was watching her.