I guess I should just go back to lethargic apathy or something. Not one, nor two, but three different people have told me in the last week that I'm incredibly "INTENSE." It must be the sweaty beads constantly permeating on my forehead or my narrowed cross eyed vision. Maybe it's the horse whip I tie to my side, ready to crack on the unfortunate who aren't living up to my standards at the smallest whim.
Or maybe, just maybe, people don't know me as much as they think they do.
Because guess what? I give a shit. Because I'm worth giving a shit about. And if I come across as "INTENSE" (not to get tongue in cheek or nothin, i just like to give this particular term the kanye blog caps lock treatment), it's because whatever I'm talking about or who to or whatever, means you got through the jodi barricade and found one of my few remaining nerve follicles remaining that zap my ice cold heart.
so fuck ya'll. ima be as INTENSE as i want. jus' wait til you see this girl with a pint of ben & jerry's phish food. NOW THAT SHIT IS INTENSE.
i think this will be my debut rap album title. INTENSE. (not to be confused with incense or incest, k? thnx).
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