The emotional throat losenge

i'm a trendy, resourceful man.

I have began, writing. alot.

I just want people to feel how i feel everyday. I want someone else to experience the beauty of the interior of my mind.

A clever thought comes to mind, and the next thing thought is "wow, how cliche" drive me home, open my door and carry me to bed, because i'm stuck here.

I allow myself to be trapped in a brown square box. I want to be trapped in an orange, circle box. One with walls made of fruit loops. (orange fruit loops) I ate alot of candy today. my stomach feels as if an evil leprechaun has made refuge in my large intestin poking it with it's magical pointy shoes. Plus green doesn't look good in my belly. I am much more of an orange man, if you catch my drift. (and if you don't well catch this!)

AIDS. every one has got it, so why not jump on the band wagon?!

I chuckle at my immaturity because my name is Chad and i am a homo-sexual from Africa. =)