It's like a stream of counsciousness but
Thursday, July 16
It is late night for me and mid-morning for you.
You have yet to experience July 16th, 2009, but I already have.
Let me tell you, it's not that great.
I just feel very tired right now.
Hey, I just had a really original thought. I wish I could be in elementary school again.
That was amazing.
Why is childhood so great and the rest of life so average (leaning towards lame) in comparison.
Granted, not everyone had a great childhood. And to be honest, mine wasn't even that great.
If I recounted every memory and every little teeny weeny chapter of my childhood in some sort autobiography or something, it would probably be pretty sad, I guess.
Probably would make you want to punch a baby in the head just so you could comfort it afterwards.
I'm tired. But I want to watch a movie before I go to bed, which really makes no sense at all, since I could just watch it tomorrow but I guess I just want to watch the movie.
One of em is at 69% right now. Ha ha ha hee hee hee ho ho ho.
Goodfellas or Punch Drunk Love?
Try to telepathically tell me which one to watch, try to send that brain signal backwards through time, send it all the way to Korea, and I'll tell you if you were right or wrong.
Ha, I'm crazy!
But I don't think I'd want to go to a shrink.
I was thinking about it today. I used to think I'd want one, but I don't think anything good would come of it.
Maybe I'm not some nutcase or maybe I don't have some weird brain disorder.
Maybe I'm just weird.
Which I really think is worse than all of those other things combined.
Ate a whole roll of Fuji Apple Mentos today.
Not that I'm trying to guilt trip myself cause of the calories or anything like that. I could care less.
It's just that they didn't even taste that great.
For some reason, when I was chewing those little roundlings, I just imagined a large machine injecting batches of hot, melted, sugar into tiny little molds. Fill a row, move it down, fill the next row, etc.
Too much Food Channel? That's probably not how they make them anyway.
I'd much rather each one of them be handcrafted by an old Swedish maid living out the rest of her days on her father's old dairy farm with nothing better to do than to mold and shift sugar into bite size candies for teenagers all across the globe.
It'd be better if I knew that she kissed and cherished each roll she sent out, that she held a picture of each person that she knew she was making the roll for. That each little colored circle took hours and hours of labor. Her sweat and tears literally in the candy, her blood shading the chiclet the right color. That she studied that customer and knew why they were eating the candy that she made and what they wanted to do with their life and what kind of person they were and how much they'd appreciate her candy. What? What am I writing? Whatever, no proofreading or double checking or changing anything. This is RAW SHIT, man. This is real life. This is the blood pumping out of my veins into my very keyboard and gushing into the tubes of the internet and splashing out of your screen, penetrating your eye jelly and infecting your mind!
I take blogging that seriously, folks. It's my life. It really is.
Anyway, that would seem a lot more personal.
I'm sick of this prepackaged mumbo jumbo, I want something for me!
I'm selfish.
Also, did you know I saw more man dick in my life a few days ago than probably all the man dicks all the readers of this blog see combined? Probably not that much, still. Unless one of you has gone to a sauna. Lots of man dick there, if you're a man, that is.
I happen to have gone to a sauna, and apparently, I am a man.
That's how I saw a lot of man dick.
Have I ever told you that one time where I saw literally truckloads of man dick?
I'm not sure if it happened at the sauna.
The one sauna, the one with lots of man dick, but only if you're a man.
Man dick.
This is my 101st post. Hooray for palindromes. Normal words and numbers that aren't palindromes are so fucking single-minded and suck ass.
You have yet to experience July 16th, 2009, but I already have.
Let me tell you, it's not that great.
I just feel very tired right now.
Hey, I just had a really original thought. I wish I could be in elementary school again.
That was amazing.
Why is childhood so great and the rest of life so average (leaning towards lame) in comparison.
Granted, not everyone had a great childhood. And to be honest, mine wasn't even that great.
If I recounted every memory and every little teeny weeny chapter of my childhood in some sort autobiography or something, it would probably be pretty sad, I guess.
Probably would make you want to punch a baby in the head just so you could comfort it afterwards.
I'm tired. But I want to watch a movie before I go to bed, which really makes no sense at all, since I could just watch it tomorrow but I guess I just want to watch the movie.
One of em is at 69% right now. Ha ha ha hee hee hee ho ho ho.
Goodfellas or Punch Drunk Love?
Try to telepathically tell me which one to watch, try to send that brain signal backwards through time, send it all the way to Korea, and I'll tell you if you were right or wrong.
Ha, I'm crazy!
But I don't think I'd want to go to a shrink.
I was thinking about it today. I used to think I'd want one, but I don't think anything good would come of it.
Maybe I'm not some nutcase or maybe I don't have some weird brain disorder.
Maybe I'm just weird.
Which I really think is worse than all of those other things combined.
Ate a whole roll of Fuji Apple Mentos today.
Not that I'm trying to guilt trip myself cause of the calories or anything like that. I could care less.
It's just that they didn't even taste that great.
For some reason, when I was chewing those little roundlings, I just imagined a large machine injecting batches of hot, melted, sugar into tiny little molds. Fill a row, move it down, fill the next row, etc.
Too much Food Channel? That's probably not how they make them anyway.
I'd much rather each one of them be handcrafted by an old Swedish maid living out the rest of her days on her father's old dairy farm with nothing better to do than to mold and shift sugar into bite size candies for teenagers all across the globe.
It'd be better if I knew that she kissed and cherished each roll she sent out, that she held a picture of each person that she knew she was making the roll for. That each little colored circle took hours and hours of labor. Her sweat and tears literally in the candy, her blood shading the chiclet the right color. That she studied that customer and knew why they were eating the candy that she made and what they wanted to do with their life and what kind of person they were and how much they'd appreciate her candy. What? What am I writing? Whatever, no proofreading or double checking or changing anything. This is RAW SHIT, man. This is real life. This is the blood pumping out of my veins into my very keyboard and gushing into the tubes of the internet and splashing out of your screen, penetrating your eye jelly and infecting your mind!
I take blogging that seriously, folks. It's my life. It really is.
Anyway, that would seem a lot more personal.
I'm sick of this prepackaged mumbo jumbo, I want something for me!
I'm selfish.
Also, did you know I saw more man dick in my life a few days ago than probably all the man dicks all the readers of this blog see combined? Probably not that much, still. Unless one of you has gone to a sauna. Lots of man dick there, if you're a man, that is.
I happen to have gone to a sauna, and apparently, I am a man.
That's how I saw a lot of man dick.
Have I ever told you that one time where I saw literally truckloads of man dick?
I'm not sure if it happened at the sauna.
The one sauna, the one with lots of man dick, but only if you're a man.
Man dick.
This is my 101st post. Hooray for palindromes. Normal words and numbers that aren't palindromes are so fucking single-minded and suck ass.
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