crackpotland

You know, I still feel wonderful. I feel like I did when I went to high school, but better. I was on the top of the world then, but now... Now it feels so much better than it did then. It's "crackpotland" times a thousand. Being me, I'll probably crash really hard some day, but you know, I've been there before and I can manage. And you know what? It isn't fate, it isn't karma - it's just me and my attitude.

I read an article about the guy who writes the speeches for Barack Obama. I want that job.
If you ever need a speech-writer you know here to find me. I'm very good at speaking. And writing. And combining those two.

People run from me. They really shouldn't do that. I'm nice. I'm friendly. And I tend to hunt them down and ask them why they run. At least I used to. Lately I've been trying the "let them come to me"-thing and it's not going that well. So I'm gonna hunt them down again.