The only downside to having a second generation iPod Shuffle is that the damn thing is so tiny you can lose it fairly easily. I can’t find mine. I remember getting into my car last night and taking it out of the ashtray, but I don’t remember where I put it. I searched for awhile […]
Posts Tagged ‘stupidity’
Atomic Fireballs at ground Zero Bar Three Musketeers from their Pay Day – Pynchon’s liquorice bazooka. The wind Krackels and Blow Pops a Starburst, Skittles away. Mars sits in the Milky Way and Snickers. [keep it goin’ folks]
My life’s been generally boring recently. More or less nothing noteworthy going on worth mentioning, but pfft. I don’t care. Whatever. I’ve basically been doing nothing worth mentioning, but it’s not important. Current Mood: jejune entry generated by the Apathetic Online Journal Entry Generator.
The Direct Approach Kill Cat. Make incision from throat to rump. Peel. Corollary: That shirt looks very becoming on you, and if I were on you I’d be coming too.* The Indirect Approach Obtain kitten. Raise kitten into cat. Provide food, toys, veterinary assistance, attention, love. Wait until cat dies. Make incision from throat to […]
Some Things: i’ve been wearing the same pair of pants for a week now. i’m tired of being forced to prioritize. in the last 24 hours i’ve folded 1,000 communiqu s. drudgery sucks. love is suicide. spicy sea nuggets = death.
tell me the punchline. apathy reeks of unwashed socks. i complete my day by proxy whilst my thought go wassailing into calico dreams of hot chocolate campfires and blanketed readings of childhood classics. i wish i were Jack the Giant-Killer. Then I would have an invisible cloak, shoes of speed, an enchanted sword and the […]
who loves the hidden sides of ourselves? if we give us a compliment on expressed activity why do we demur, or give backhanded gratitude? why then do we get blue when our bushelbasketed talents wither in obscurity? why is it so hard to express love and the things of consequence to each other? why do […]
specifically, i’m discussing the intricate dynamics of incessant ideology. booby traps and deadman’s curve. it can drive one mad weaving through the gnashing rhetorics of politicality. supposedly motivated by justice, that bedlam beldame, in truth reality my opinion she’s just in it for the sexy bare-chested blindness that gets her attention. are you picking up […]
there was dialogue at one point. something to do with the Future…or perhaps Contributions to Society. whatever it was, it was heavy. at least I think so. she would relate to me her insecurities about how to Contribute while still being able to do what she wanted to make her happy, or fulfilled or something. […]