Too much of watching the Bachelor, too much of hanging out in the maternity ward.
Where those babies are so pure and cute and their bioligical predessecors are only a footstep away.
Look at those red hairful babies.
I want one of those.
As I step into the Britney mode of things, I realize that life needs to move on.
I need to be a more positive person.
And stop making victims of my presence, victims of my presence.
Someone is crying in the background, and at this moment the wails invade and then escape me.
Marry me you tall super dry super straight Isle of Man ner.
You make me think of you when you're not there.
People feel your presence when you're not there.
That's what I want to be when I grow up daddy.
I let some people down today, God I really hope I can keep this job for a while.
For the while that I'm stuck on this stupid Island.
But I need to learn to grow to love this Island.
Its fucking home man. Its home.