Well

I'm bored. Hence I am typing here. I still can't understand why I write this as if someone is actually readingthis. PHIL! It's probably just my subconcious constantly wanting approval, or maybe it is my desire to perform for people, or serve others in some way that I subconciously express it through this stupid blog even though my concious mind knows no one besides me is ever going to read this. Not even my Mom. Because she was murdered by the Mafia. Funny story actually. She was pretty high up in the Mafia, but she retired because she had me. Haha. The boss didn't like that he lost he best torture to an infant so three days after I was born she was killed. What a funny story! It's like it was my fault! Oh well just the first murder in many. Yeah I'm talking to you random dude pressing that next blog button like an ocd maniac with some add mixed in. Just go away. You have no friends. Laugh Out Loud.