I like my coffee black just like my metal

I am happy.

Today is the 27th. Seven.

It is crappy outside, but that didn't stop me from going to the beach this morning. My feet are still sandy. I need to shower. My hair is close to a lion's mane. Did I spell that right?

I haven't had my coffee yet so my mind is going numb staring at this screen. I have also decided I don't like this font but I am too lazy to change it, so I think it works best if I left it alone.

It has also come to my attention that I don't think anyone reads my blog, besides me and maybe Andrew. In which case, I find it strangely useless that I even possess one. Oh well. Maybe he doesn't even read it. Maybe no one reads it and I'm talking to an entire internet world that isn't listening. Like when you're telling a story at a party and then all of a sudden everyone stops listening. Minus that first part where everyone was listening in the first place.

Hmm... I think I'm going to wash my car.