Yes, as the gurgling vomit-flavored jelly beans of boredom swim around my brain, I think. Not only do I think, I do random s**t. That includes posting in this confounded journal.
And while I sit here, most likely writing my dilemma to complete strangers who don't give a flying hippo ******** in space, I realize that I have some stale Cheese-Its in my room. So I munch to my little hearts content, as I hear the delightful sound of each cheese-laden finger tapping on the keyboard.
The answer to why any of this is relevant does not happen to be in my cluttered mind at this time.
It's out for coffee and a quick joint, and will be back on Thursday.
Alas, what else does the Walrus have to do than provoke random hobo's?
Who is the Walrus?
Koo Koo Ka Chu
Who ate the eggman?
Whoo Whoo
While the shlurping sound of existing brain cells dissolves, I have nothing else to talk about.
Well, that could be considered a lie, because I could make up anything to talk about, but I just don't feel like professing my thoughts to all the stalkers on Gaia.
But here's the lesson of the day, kids! Listen closely.
Never run without securing your studded belt to your hips. Otherwise, it will fall to your knees and trip you, thus making you fall flat on your stupid a** and get you all bloodied up.
[Learned from recent experience, bitches.]
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