Blog entries are hard to come up with. The reality is that I don't really care for this sort of thing at all, a blog that is, but the size of my ego mandates that I type long, useless strings of phrases vaguely outlining my beliefs and views about the world and its troubles for someone else to read so that their simple mind may be enlightened. A blog just happens to be the best possible solution, at this point in time.
So, basically, I'm doing you simple fucks a favor because I'm just that much smarter than you. I don't WANT to, but I'm REQUIRED to. Get it? It's quite simple.
Hey, it could be worse. I could be that guy that hates everything popular for the sake of being different, or just a troll. In an ironic twist, I actually hate THAT guy.
Or, and this is much worse, I could be the guy trying to minimize what people study professionally down to common sense. In another ironic twist, that guy lacks any common sense to begin with.
I could write poetry, too. That would probably be the worst thing. It would be like watching an entire nursery get disemboweled.
Anyway, what did I come on here to type... Oh, right. Summer better get good real fast. So far, every day has been packed full of stuff to do, but I don't want to do ANY of it.
I want to spend time with the people I like. Where are you, people?
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
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Every time I want to leave a comment, I imagine a baby with rickets and lose focus. Rickets is such a hilarious name for something so horrid.
In a tank in your basement.
And apparently, the solution to the basic problem of "not enough posts" is to just inflate your ego a bit more so you have more to post about.
Fucking do it, damn it. I need something to do in the down time between masturbating and masturbating.
I'm avoiding you.
YOU are avoiding ME? Hahaha
Tokyo.
Tokyo.
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