<center>**Hello friends, fans, followers and passersby.**</center>   

<center>*My name is ***@NoNamesLeftToUse The Writer/Artist Himself*** and*</center>     <center>*I think it's wise to introduce myself at the beginning of every post.*</center>

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# Some Decisions
<sup>***Are easy to make.***</sup>

***Should I kill that mosquito buzzing around my head?***
<sup>*Simple decision:  Yes*</sup>

**Reasoning:**  I once woke up with what I thought was a massive zit on my forehead.  I was 33 years old and thought, *I'm getting too old for this shit.*  It turns out, that blemish to my massive ego was **not** a zit.  Twas a mosquito bite and an itchy one at that.

### As you as my witness:  There will be no such thing as waking up with a mosquito bite on my forehead ever again!
<sup>*Problem solved.*</sup>

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# Other Decisions
<sup>***Are hard to make.***</sup>

***Should I offer my opinion on things under blog posts if I disagree or become triggered?***
<sup>*Difficult decision:  No*</sup>

**Reasoning:**  I sound like such an asshole sometimes and I hate myself for it.  I am far too direct, blunt, open with my own versions of honesty; and this pisses people off.  **That is not how one makes friends.**

### As you as my witness:  If I do not have something dumb to say, I shall say nothing at all!
<sup>*Problem solved.*</sup>

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## Thoughts As I Conclude
<sup>*With a hint of seriousness and a dash of sincerity.*</sup>

So, as you can clearly see, I don't like to take things seriously.  I like to joke around.  I prefer to keep my mind in a state where thoughts don't drag me down, and I like to stay there.

I don't need to be happy, but I prefer to at least be in a good place rather than feeling pissed off about things.  I especially don't like being in a place where I'm pissed off about something that I can't change no matter how hard I try.  My words won't do shit so I'm just going to shut the fuck up and enjoy the ride.  

Though I'm not out there in the *blogosphere* often, making a scene; it does come up.  I fly off the handle, as they say.  I snap.  Things bug me, that's life.  Why am I even looking at things that piss me off though!  Counterproductive.  Waste of time.  Waste of energy.  Good energy that I need to maintain in order to be able to perform here and at my best, for your enjoyment, as well as mine.

### We're all simple products of our environment.
<sup>We feed off of one another's energy.</sup>

Positive energy, negative energy, balanced or grounded energy; it doesn't matter what kind of energy.  If it's there, we seem to find a way to connect to it.  One's positive is another's negative, shit starts going ***zap!***  If I see a toaster in the bathtub, I don't touch it; so what the hell am I doing when I decide to voice my concerns about shit that doesn't concern me.  Fuck it.

**I'm not interested in sticking my hand in that mess anymore!**

If I see a pile of shit, I don't step in it!  I go around!

### Now
<sup>I don't preach this "positivity" bullshit.</sup>

I don't like to turn my back on something that might stab me just because it doesn't tickle my fancy!  I like to stare that shit straight in the face and wait for it to make the first move so I'm ready to react.

I can ***see*** where I went wrong, because I'm looking at it and I don't like it.  It gets ugly and I don't want to be looking like shit or feeling like shit.  ***This ain't no used shit dealership!***
<sup>*Whatever that means!*</sup>

### So!
<sup>*From now on:*</sup>

If I'm visiting your blog and I can't think of something dumb to say, or humorous, or at least nice; I won't be saying a goddamn thing.

Look at my blog posts!  Constantly one big free-for-all of whatever.  Jokes, fun; it's like playing in the ball pit at the fast food restaurant with no *manager* saying, "You sir!  You're too old to be playing in there!  You're busting our balls!  Get out now before I call the police!"

That's what I enjoy the most about what I'm doing here.  So I might as well take that show on the road with me.  

It seems like morale is down around here lately, there's a lot of negativity out there, and yes that shit gets to me but I'm done with it.  

Life is too short to sit around feeling miserable.  I've been here, doing this, for coming on two years; time is flying.  **This part of my life I'd prefer to get right and the only way do that is to do it, right?**

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# <center>Have a nice day!</center>

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