There are quite a few interesting things happening in my life, but who in the hell gives a fuck? I sure don't want to read about it, and I'm me. I mean, I've already lived it man... if it was really that important to you, you'd hang around just to see. That would be kind of nice now that I think about it. I'd have a bunch of groupies hanging around just watching, kickin' back, seein' what I'd do next. Gotta throw them off, you know? Keep them on their toes, so like go eat an entire bowl of Jello and see what they do. I know what you're thinking... that's not so weird. Try it. It's pretty freakin' weird. I mean... what the hell is that stuff anyway? A creature from another planet that we dehydrated, added sugar and natural flavors to? Cat hair is freaking everywhere no matter what I do. So I give up for a week and then it's like... wow. So then I realize that, yeah it's a constant struggle. Speaking of constant struggles, what in the hell is with driving slow in the fast lane, then driving fast when I try to pass you? Buncha bastards.
[ drainpip ] | 9:54 PM | 2 comments
2 Comments:
Well. The list of things we agree on grows even longer.
Imprisoning people in Guantanamo without trials or recourse or time limits or accountability -- doesn't seem quite right.
Jello...is weird.
A solid basis for friendship right there.
Since we are sort of kicking back and waiting to see what happens, I guess are groupies.
Pass on the Jello though.
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