sleep?

Is there a specific reason why I'm up at 1 something AM, knowing good & well I have to wake up in about 5 hours. So now I'm laying here on this blow-up mattress, typing away from the Sh*tberry, listening to "All I Need" by Xscape. This is my all-time favorite song from Traces of My Lipstick. I'm trying not to let my mind wander too much, but how can I not. I'm addicted to slow jams, my room is dark, it's raining, and... Well...C'MON, we're all adults here. Right?
LOL well have no fear, I promised not to type any pornographic blogs, also, "Independent" is now playing, so my whole vibe just changed. The base on this song is crazy. I wonder where the hell I'll be in five years from now. Like what the hell is my purpose. Though I'm still relatively young, I'd appreciate a clue of some sort. Sh*t."She got her own money, she don't need no help man...boosie".
Why are people so damn confusing? I have some kinda nerve typing that. (Gimme whatcha got -Chris Brown) Yes I'm typing the songs as they change. But back to the subject at hand. Why are people so damn confusing? Yes, I believe I can be considered... Complicated. But not confusing. I have methods behind my madness, but that rule obviously doesn't apply to all. Especially MEN! YEAH I SAID IT! MEN! You're idiots. All of you. I have yet to meet a man that wasn't an idiot. I still love you guys, but let's face it your a*sholes. My gma (Beautiful Nightmare- Beyonce) always said to me "Stupid boys grow to be stupid men" (y) <--those who have blackberry's should know what that symbolizes. Gma, you ain't neva lie! Hence the reason why, if God ever blesses me with a child, and it so happens to be a boy, my foot will remain in his neck/ass at all times! LOL, but I'm not kidding. Well morons, I think I'm actually getting tired, of typing that is. I guess I'll watch Frasier until he watches me. Signing off-Gnight :).