i think i'm ready to be a cynic. a full fledged one. i've always been holding out to see what was still out there. until, that is, i affirmed my belief that everyone's got something.

and the people that say they don't.... watch out for them. cus they're even more so.

now it's just a matter of me trying to find an equally cynical soul to make cynical babies. or we'll save them the grief and just leave the world at two cynics, no more--and definately no less. i wonder where the root of cynicism comes from. who the heck even coined that term? must have been really curmudgeon-y up to have other people call him/her that.

3am journal entries are sorta liberating. time to rest my tired head and await the dawn of a better (?) day. or i'll get my wish and wake up to reality.

but really... before i retire, i think it's prudent (to deter emails of concern about my well being) to point out my purpose in life: to make at least one person laugh. there is a higher level of wit than a sarcastic cynic, and i hope you all can find it in me.