Hezo Kittie

So here I am, don't know how to say this.
I want people to start reading.

I had the weirdest dream the other night. I was trapped in hell I think.
Kinda creepy, but not too much on the other hand (if you really think about it).

My cat is still flippin' old and huge.

I had the pleasure of smoking my first joint to Saves the Day this weekend, but I didn't get to play football with Matt Dooner.
Life is rough.

As it turns out, I honestly don't even remotely like hos, let alone love them.
I can wholeheartedly say I believe I'll never find a girl I can say "I love you" to and mean it.
Some call that depressing, but I think I'm lucky.

Every weekend in California is a learning/changing experience for me, so thank you.
I doubt I'll ever tire of it.

With the fear of sounding cliche/internet whore, I gotta ask:
Have you ever felt like this?

Let the trumpets blow.
I think I'm back.

(Oh, don't even worry about it; I apologize for the fact that I'm a huge douchebag.)