The little person in my head

So here I am, it's 6:45 in the morning. At a time when most people are still pumping out some z's, I'm creating yet another blog. At this moment my computer is calling me out on my BITCHASSNESS.

BITCHASSNESS: noun
Pronunciation: bich-as-nis

1. A type of negative emotion; hateration; to be/act like a bitch or coward in a situation.
2. act of complaining; state of being a punk ass bitch.


I've tried the whole blog thing a couple of times. It's not that I'm bad at it, it's just that I can never keep up on it. So don't hold your breath if your waiting for my next post. The reason why I created this was mainly due to a wager I am currently involved in with my girlfriends younger brother. The bet? Who can stay up the latest. As of right now it's 7:07 AM and neither one of us has zonked out as of yet.

Typically this wouldn't be this hard for me. However, this is proving to be rather difficult at the moment. I got 2 hours of sleep the previous night and am now on the brink of sleep deprivation. This may be an effect of lack of sleep, but I think there is a little person who is living in my head because all I keep hearing is "MATT YOU FUCK, GO TO BED DUMBASS!".

I must admit that even though this person would have to be only a couple centimeters tall, they scare the hell out of me. Don't get me wrong it's not the idea of a little person living in my head that scares me, I'm all for little people living in a person's head, but this little person seems so....violent. Now that is a scary thought, no pun intended.

Well the little person in my head has now threatened to shove a toothpick through my cerebellum so I think that's my cue to leave and possibly go to sleep.