Day 3: what you think your reason for being here is

TO EXIST.

Ffff, if you’ve read my previous entries, I think you can gather that I’m not too sure about this. I don’t understand myself well enough to think that I have any certain purpose in life, but I’m pretty sure it exists.

Mmmm, if anything, maybe I’m here to help people think twice.

I like to lighten up the mood and shit, but maybe my depressing tendencies also have purpose. Makes people think about what they’d do in certain situations—cultivate a greater appreciation for life. That kind of shit.

I don’t know.

hnnnn

Day 2: Something that’s illegal but you think it should be legal

I’m actually a goody-two-shoes when it comes to this shit, haha. Earlier this day my dude and I were talking about our one friend who would apparently steal shit from Fully Booked and how, after a while, this had kind of become a normal occurrence. Needless to say, I was kind of upset by the discussion; kinda disappointed that he didn’t try harder to stop our friend, but nothing we can do about that now, really.

BUT I DON’T WANT STEALING TO BE LEGAL. THAT’S NOT THE POINT.

Where was I going with this story— oh right. Uhh, illegal to legal.

Maybe weed of course. Recreational drug use and shit should be totally legal, I believe. Just punish the people who do bad shit under the influence like you would reckless drunks and I think you can regulate this stuff, easy. Limit this to the natural stuff though. Chemicals can fuck up a dude pretty bad, and that’s not pretty.

I wish I had something more meaningful to say but that’s kind of all I can think about now! OH WAIT, prostitution is cool too actually. As long as it’s voluntary and not the forced, human trafficking thing. CONTROL OF YOUR SEXUALITY YEAHHH!