Sometimes it can be oh so good.

Just when you think there isn't anything out there for you, something comes up. Man how I can get so bored and cynical sometimes.
Oh gosh, Minnesota is rad. The slippery roads. Bundling up everytime you gotta get out. It is just plain funny to think that people live here year round. I was thinking about how cold it is outside compaired to how warm it is inside. Seemed like a brash "fuck you!!!" to the enviroment. Something like "haha, we can survive in this unwelcoming envirionment!" but then everyone is stuck inside all the time. Who has really won? And yes it does always have to be a competition.
My plane ride over was sucky. My constant daydreaming helped. Images of a fiery twisted wreck falling, burning through the sky. Oh such glorious fantasies. The plane is empty except for me. Plunging gladly towards my fate. Lughing manically, imagining the tomented screams of others, swift air rushing through the flailing pieces of plane. The serenity of the moon lokking down and the cold stare of the stars whirling above emotionless. Now that would be some way to go.