This is what we call IDENTIFICATION:

Constantly identifying ourselves through others and ideas.

At age what?!

Currently trying to identify myself through myself. Mass cycles of being someone through everything & everyone.

Out the door, here I am & doing it to where it's just me. With no outrageous plan, just my most endearing simplistic moments.

PLEASE AVOID ANY AND ALL INTERFERENCE. kthx, good bye.

Yesh:

Yesh!

Dear CASShole;

I love you, you're so good to me.

<3ANGina..

Dear Jenn;

I love you, you're the love of my life.

<3Ang.

Dear hAnnah;

I love you, you're the most sincere person I know.

<3ANgela.

Dear Sam;

I miss you & wish you were home with me always. I love you & can't wait for the next time I get to see you.

<3Yoursister
fan-Ang.

Okay, okay:

Here we go.

Christopher & I are making babies. Yesh, a sense of reproduction. It means? Entertainment value. What kind of entertainment value? The kind an individual can't help but admire.

Babies, yesh. Products of two very obscenely, sincere sarcastic minds. Brilliant. What will the prodigies be bred to do? Take over the country, doi. Bred to be the finest consumers. Consuming what? EVERYTHING. Taking over this country at ease. Not with malicious intent. Pfft. Overrated.

Obesity, out the door. Poorly invented economies, aboloshied. People with a lack of sense and/or intelligence--excommunicated FO SHO.

EDIT: This is only if we can bypass regular military belief & have it based off a video game ideology. Yeah, yeah. We're all down for spartan lasers & crazy sniper/shot gun moments just as a form of making rank so we could inevitably be revitalized moments after we died. Yeah, immortality. Fountain of youth is actually a zombie pond. THANK GOD FOR ZOMBIES.