So there are ppl following me. They are trying to give me award. 

They are trying to run in my brain. They are the doctor police. And the cops. And the delivery vans are filled with undercover agents trying to make me fall in love with everything. 

You can say yeah you are crazy and I will be like okay because I will tell myself that you are stupid. Problem solved. Problem solving skills are a part of my set. My skill sets have been evaluated more times than my internal organs over the course of my adulthood. Often, I believe the person responsible for my evaluating is a dumbass

And I know you are like oh I see a pattern here, he thinks he is smart. I know you get like that. I wish you did not. But reality is reality. 

I just overheard a woman on a phone say, “I am thinking out loud I guess.”

Which is making me wonder if I am thinking out loud with my fingers or what? 

Like why the fuck am I typing this? Can anyone hear me? I want to highfive you.

And share a lime Jarritos in the sun.