Check The Newspapers For Another Sob Story; I Put On My Sunglasses Because I Got To Look Cool.

Yeah, teen killed in car crash, woo, but this one got to me and I’ll tell you why.




This line comes from the mother of the dead teen: "I wish she had her seatbelt on, (but) it's harder for (teens) to do that. They probably never even thought of something like that."





Don't cover for your stupid dead daughter, its not like teens need help putting on seatbelts, 15 was 5 years ago for me and I don't remember needing help putting one on.


"DURRR My TeeNaGe BraIn NeeDs Help wIth mA Seat Belts!"



Shit, even kids know they should put on a fucking seatbelt. You tell them all about it at the age of whenever the fuck they get out of the baby seat.

Maybe the brains in these new 15 year olds forget all about the seatbelt till they get into Driver's Ed.

or it went something like....

"what are you doing?"

"putting on a seatbelt"

"Why? are you like, 10 or something? Hey mike, check out Nikki and her seatbelt."

"what sort of loser puts on a seatbelt? and to think i was going to make out with you."


Anyway, If i die because i wasn't wearing a seatbelt, don't let the fact that im dead get in the way of how im a fucking idiot that should have known to put on a seatbelt.

PS. Don't pull any of that "He was a very nice and wonderful person" crap either.

I want to tell you about my edited and poorly translated "from mind to memory" dream I had last night.

I heard that the memory of the dream you just had starts to fade away the moment you wake up, yes i know it was fantastic, i bet it was pretty fucked up, the dreams i seem to have these days change themes yet stays the same like a movie that doesn't know if it wants to be a horror or a comedy or a porn. (keep the characters of my life i'm about to kill cause porn might be in the cards)

Right when its about to hit the climax the walls fall in but everything stays the same as everyone waits for my next move. How could anyone think this is real? I always seem to think so. (walls are so unsatisfying)

I always remember dreams right up to moment im about to tell someone about it. it just fades away and im left making some shit up about robots or some other uncreative on the spot bullshit that might top what they think is a good dream.

I'm going to end up doing this when i die. talking to some asshole angel about my life, its going to be about robots and some other uncreative on the spot bullshit. I heard your life doesn't fade away from memory when you die. oh snap.