Damn. I don't know how y'all people write small posts. My fingers are just fast and I have infinity things to say. I could probably write till the end of time tbh. Oh no. That'd be a hellish curse to be placed under. Imagine, never being able to die but experiencing every pain imaginable as you live only being able to write?

ANYWAY. You know why I'm here.

Friends. I'm a good one, with an INSANELY unreasonable caveat. I have to like you.

I'd prefer local friends but finding a Floridian I don't wanna drop kick in their chest is like finding something that's hard to find. So. At least be on this half of the planet?

I like naps( just got up from one, time to work) potatoes and curvy ladies. I don't think you should underestimate that last bit at all. Or the first but. Or the middle bit.

I'm a lot of person in a single person. I usually try. God damn. I didn't even mean to write this much.

Ok I'm gonna stop now. My bad.