If I could tell the world just one thing, it would be: we're all okay.
Lately I've been feeling one of two things. Tired or sad. Perhaps I'm tired because I'm sad. Because I'm sad because I'm tired. I wonder where all of my energy went. I probably still have my energy, I just need to be in the right psychological state. I dunno, maybe I'm a psychopath. You guys have always called me crazy before. Maybe it's always been true. Could I pose a threat to society? Are they going to lock me up and throw a straitjacket on me? I would really hate that. It looks uncomfortable. If someone ever tied me up in a straitjacket, I could still kick them. Legs are more powerful than arms, but unfortunately you have to use them to stand as well. Still though, I wouldn't go down without a fight. This is one Gordon that won't be taken down so easily.
Sing sing sing sing sing sing sing sing sing. For the love you bring won't mean a thing unless you ... My arm is still sore. Throwing darts is very soring.
Lip singing is fun. I wanna make a fake music video one day. I probably will never get around to doing it, though. There is so much to do, and yet nothing to do. It seems that when I have the time to do what I want and to update this as much as I want, I run out of things to talk about. When I'm in school, those creative juices just seem to flow freely throughout my noggin. I wish I could be part of your world.