Vague Insanty 085

So let's say there was some big shot at doing the right thing and on the other hand there was the easy, no frills, no fuss, way of chilling out and achieving nothing, and being generally sleepy and no good to anyone.

Maybe it's not unusual that I would chose the latter every time.

I can't help myself sucking at stuff, but I can embrace and indulge in my total suckitude and accept that at the end of the day the best I can do is to half-ass things and talk really fast.

It's an art. I'm a genius with only a sticky note pad, a pink ball-point pen, and a crude drawing of a naked woman carved on the side of a potato.

It's not much, but it's got me this far.

And I'm just going to keep on going, until somebody stops me.

Did I mention I can scuba dive?

If I did,

I was lying.