But, yep, I’m still staying alive.

Even though my online moneymaking efforts have been a colossal failure, even though I’ll never find the girl of my dreams, even though I’m now typing this very post with my nose because my hands are still as numb as the feelings of a guy whose wife left him for another woman, I’m staying alive.

There’s just something about strutting that seems to make everything better.

…life going nowhere, somebody help me… somebody help me, yeaaaaaaah…. staying aliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii iiiiiiiiiiiii iiiiiiiiiii iiiiiiiiiiiii iiiiiiiiiiiive…