i confirmed my retardation a LONG time ago. :).

I opened a door at my office today- AND A BUNNY RAN INTO MY LAP! :) he/she is soooooo cute.

hot date tomorrow at 2pm.

im going to hunt it. and then kill it. tell me how to find it.

Dear God,

It’s good that I don’t believe in you. Because, if I did- me and my black friends would hunt your nigger ass down and kill you! I’m still going to make it my personal goal. If I ever can- you DO need to be concerned! I will find a way to kill your non existent ass!

Fuck you, you dumb fucker! If you actually existed, I would personally enjoy, watching you- as I squeezed the last moments of life- from whatever face your pompous, omnipotence bitch ass self choose to inhabit at that moment in time.

You took my life. You took my happy. You stole my family. My friend. My comfort. My responsibility. My structure. The last thing I did care about- you took it. YEAH, YOU’RE GOOD. Now, I’m alone. Silent. Numb. Broken. I feel homeless in my own house. I can’t talk to people about it anymore. They’re all sorry, but guess what? It doesn’t, it’ can’t help. YOU fucked my life up.

YOU, FUCKING, DUMB, MEAN, HORRIBLE THING. I HATE YOU!

If I find you (which I highly doubt is possible, reminder), you need to pass your powers on to me before I murder you- in turn I will ACTUALLY use them to make the universe happy, peaceful, and prosperous. A novel idea.

Darwin was the best. THE best.

fuck you. i hate you. AND this will never change.

Sincerelly,

Renny Bergeron

When I see your pictures piggy- I still smile. That’s love.

Darwin seems to be hanging in there; we’re all shocked and awed.

waking up to your face makes it all ok.

Darwin

is sick. REALLY sick. I’m really worried.

“Blazing Saddles” was stupid. Sad.

I want to make bad decisons.

it’s totally my man-period day.