Don’t you hate it when you feel so damn fucking good, that you want to run through the streets with your arms over your head, screaming profanities, and all you want in the world is to have somebody else with you, who is willing to throw their arms up too, and just run around like a complete maniac until you are both completely worn out, and everything is sort of back to normal, except you’re all tired and feel-gooded out - BUT! but, you can’t find anybody else who wants to do that with you! Don’t you hate when that happens? I completely hate it. I’m having that moment right now! I feel like just this astronomically good feeling. The kind of feeling that you could bottle and sell as propulsion for jet packs to the moon. It’s so strong and clean burning, and the smoke from it smells like cotton candy. I feel THAT good! And nobody! Nobody wants to come out and play! It sucks! And I sure as hell can’t go to sleep right now! I can’t think of anything else to do but run screaming through the streets naked! Hehe! Or something to that effect! Maybe not quite so dramatic, but WHO KNOWS! I mean, I feel pretty good. Just this complete charge. A complete rush. Like I just drank a whole bottle full of sparks, and now they are starting to circulate into my bloodstream! Whoaaahahahoooo! I’ll tell you what! It’s a pretty good feeling.

Somebody come and run around with me! Please God! Send me somebody who just ate a firecracker and all they want to do is explode in a circular shower of purple and white sparks! Oh, and God? While you’re at it, if you’re not too busy… do you think you could make this person be a fiendishly cute girl? Thanks! You’re the tops! I’ll recommend you to all my friends!