26.

I used to blog a lot more when I was younger. Maybe as I get older I have this feeling that I really don't care that the world know what I think because what I think is too good for the world in the first place. Its this whole philosopher-king complex I have going. I want a job where I could get paid to simply think about life, experience life, and then write about it and talk about it to people. That would be the ideal job for this guy. I am really tired of the beauracratic nonsense I have to endure with the workplace. So I'd rather just write and give speeches about how I think this country needs to change. And it does need to change, BACK to what it used to be. Change has ruined this country. Anyways, tangent. I'm on Spring Break from school (woohoo), just turned 26, and I'm bored out of my mind. Tara wants me to go to the gym now. I hate gyms. I think the gym is one of the many things wrong with this country. I hate peoples attitudes at the gym. It is what it is. This post has turned pretty negative.

I've just deleted precisely five concluding sentences due to their general terrible bitterness. So... 26. Here we go.

J.E.