why should we run when we can walk and see everything better, or why don't we just drive by if we want to be fast.......or why should we read a book if we want to be smart, why don't we just go to school, nevermind we do go to school....i go to school, do you? some people go to school, but don't go to school. some people talk but don't say anything. some people hear but don't listen. some people see but are blind. some people smile to make others cry. some people become your friends just so they can have a friend. some people do a lot of bad stuff, but some people just don't know what they are doing. I don't really like some people, but then again there are a lot of other people i really do i like. maybe that's the problem, we like other people too much? think that might be it? or maybe we hate another person too much, so much that it drives us insane, and we go crazy and jiber on and on about pointless stuff. or maybe that's because we love somebody so much that we go crazy, like the britney spears song you drive me crazy, and really do go crazy and loose our bonkers (like the cartoon), and breathe too much air in and then fall into a molten pit of lava where we are slowly burned alive and the smell of rotten flesh, oh wait, that's not real life, that's star wars. have you seen star wars episode II yet? I've seen it 3 times (all by myself of course), and i think i shall go again tomorrow, know what i mean. You can hang around with pine trees and suns, and i can hang out with obi wan kenobi, and then we can meet each other online and not talk and be really tired and have to go because we're tired, but then we can stay up really late and sleep in and have mom bring us sausage biscuits, and then we could make some sausage balls (not together of course), and then run away like elija wood did in "North" when he looks for the perfect parents....maybe a good sequel is where he runs away and looks for the perfect friends, but then he can't find any, so he decides just to look for half way decent friends....can't find them either, so he becomes a genious, and builds a space ship, and flies into the heavens, where his ship is burnt up in the atmosphere of jupiter...and is finally happy. Neato completo, speedo. that's all i gotta say to this pointless day....meaningless meaningless...everything is meaningless....the difference between this and any other letter sent....is......meaningless, both are meaningless...right? or is there a "purpose" right. And we might not know it, but there is one, right. yeah....well to be or not to be that is the question. probably the most meaningful one ever sayd pardon me, said......right? how are you i am fine thank you thanks for caring all the time it is truly wonderful. hello how are you i am miserable, well that's not good, that's sad, i have to go, more important things to do....pity party, how dare, those aren't allowed...big baby in a carriage, where's your mommy. she's at work, well your a big boy now time to come into the real world....full of pain and disappointment....i think the carriage is better, pity parties feel good, but you look like a baby....sort of like marcus camby before he grew up, or maybe not if your not a knicks fan...how about michael jordan then, we all know him...lies lies lies....even the truth is meaningless...right, wrong? anyways it doesn't matter, neither does this e-mail, pointless you say, you are more right than ever! pointless...just 1 in 100, right?