I need a laptop. I have come to this realization recently since I have missed out of some real million dollar material due to the absence of one. Well that and maybe death due to trying to type while driving, I know I could get a voice program or record it....I just don't remember or get the proper feel from that. Note's you say? Napkins? No that's for snot and nut rags people, I will use paper to take notes as a thought strikes me...but I'd rather build a whole blog right then and there.
Ah back again much like herpes, I never do seem to go away. You know I was thinking of just how fucking annoying everything is in this world today...well not really. When I say thinking I mean I had a thought of my general thinking is not such at all I don't normally have coherent, big surprise, thoughts. I would say my thought process is akin to assisted living with someone shitting in the tube, since no shadow of a doubt can be cast since I been keeping it more real than the realist.
Checks your words at the door it's late again and hes back on the cocaine, well no probably more like back on the imitation cocaine since it's only for super rich people now. I mean even Charlie Sheen had to smoke rocks for fuck sake and he's pretty damned rich...though I could not tell you what ripple in the time space continuum allowed that to happen. It's kind of like Dracula accidentally biting Gilbert Godfrey....could you imagine that episode of true blood?
Its about that time again...time to go to bed to get up and do the same mindless random annoying bullshit for another week. I really do wish I were famous so I could take months off at a time to donate to...bettering myself, or what the fuck ever kind of coverup scam they run these days. Maybe I will helping some hobo's in a soup kitchen or something, when In reality I will probably be laying on my couch drinking beer watching some form of TV...reality or cartoons I'm not sure which both will rot your brains rape you then make you eat a deep fried banana with some unknown brown sprinkles on it.
Serve and Protect
How about them police...yeah the cops recently bothered me by asserting their greasy bacony fragrance while I was coming home from work....of course he said I was speeding...which I was until my radar picked up at which time I slowed down to right at the speed limit immediately. He then waits until I go by and change lanes up the road to fly up and pull me over. Then of course he makes me wait half an hour to give me a ticked and say I should get my radar detector checked...I replied it works fine, i turned it off because of noise.
You know its fucking late and a riddle me this moment when you find yourself watching some random reality tv show and you say...if I was that age and they had a camera on me....Yeah you'd probably have been like me...a fucking idiot. I mean me being well who I am I look at em and say...yeah these kids look retarded most of the time, but I have to wonder just how bad I would have been at their age, if you wonder that as well just grab a scrap book Im sure it wont be a hundred thirty seven percent welcome.
I really should try to sharpen up some of the formal skills I could use to get a job witting...maybe I could do some reviews of things? Though it wouldn't be near as much fun being limited to nicety and moral fiber...I mean if something sucks so bad it would make a guy in a coma's ass clinch...you'd like to know wouldn't you?
A New Slant
Lets burn some crosses like fingernails on the chalk board, and then lets stick some matches up our asses for good measure. Lit of course...with gasoline and hepatitis needles glued to it. Maybe make a run to the store with a skimask and Ronald McDonald shirt on. Or just talk insensible because my fucking neck hurts and its actually making writing my blog a real fucking pain in the...dick.
Now It's Personal
Well In all this time I wonder, what could this maniac possibly wonder that would even remotely be considered in the realm of sanity you may ask? I wonder how many people have read this and been all offended, and taken it personally even if it mentioned specifically the consequence of said action. Well Ok no consequence if you keep the shit to yourself like love and heroin addiction or being gay.
How many times you see someone with an obsession let that shit get out of control? Oh and think its a positive....like oh I just smoke this rock to make me feel better....look thinner, fuck longer..Yeah ok. See people would consider me an odd sort but as I have aged I think I have proven I dont fall to the same devices. I don't drink, do drugs, I even quit smoking, Im not fat I work everyday....I don't go around trying to be some epeen emperor nor do I go around like someone that belongs on to catch a predator.
About the Author
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