Of mice and men.
Dear Internet,
1:43 am.
I'm not sure how to begin because I'm not sure of the ending. I tend to think that when writing for the public you should know your material, have an outline and maybe an idea of the ending. In this case I have none.
1:45 am.
That would probably be a good idea right? A theme. For the sake of propriety we'll name the theme "Deliberations" and try to stick to the subject matter.
1:46 am.
There's a movie going on in the background and it's throwing off my concentration. Might I state here for the record, TV is of Satan. Distressingly, I can't move as the only internet I have is attached to a cord shorter than the sound vicinity.
1:48 am.
Nothing. I'm moving to another room.
1:58 am.
I talked to a friend who suggested that love is a choice, an option that we can either embrace or shun. Correct me, amigo, if I have said this wrong. I guess I want to garner opinions.
It has been my personal experience that love sneaks up on you like a bandito and just when you think you're in the clear it ambushes you with all it's amorous intentions. Is it just a choice we make to surrender to it?
2:08 am.
I know you've trotted naked around your room/apartment and felt a delicious sense of well-being.
2:10 am.
I make a mean cabbage/mushroom/garlic stir-fry and poo-on-you for turning it down, Ta-Ta because it might make you fart. You only live once. Relish it.
2:17 am.
Seven minutes to make those last couple trivial lines. That either means that my brain is slowing down (likely) or it takes me longer to think of inane things (likelier) -- as opposed to deep things, obviously because I am Very deep and Very much a Thinker. Cough Cough. Ahem.
2:20 am.
On a sadder note, I will probably die of something tragic like a broken heart or a kneecap tumor.
(ps. I DID take an online test that predicted that I will most likely die of auto-erotic axphyxiation. (??) note to self: stay away from belts)
2:22 am.
Deliberation seems to have died in light of senseless banter. But I'm REALLY trying to debilerate this idea of love being a conscious decision rather than an erratic lovemaking of souls. Because if the choice was mine I'd Totally choose to fall in love with a squirrel.
In Futurespect, the squirrel would ignore me completely for his nuts and I would be left having to find my own tree, nutless and probably with an improperly conditioned tail making it frizzy and then, of course, unattractive to other squirrels.
2:32 am.
Humans are retarded.
2:33 am.
Eye am we todd did.
2:34 am.
Squirrels might also be retarded although I would have to research this further, against my better judgement.
2:35 ammm...
1:43 am.
I'm not sure how to begin because I'm not sure of the ending. I tend to think that when writing for the public you should know your material, have an outline and maybe an idea of the ending. In this case I have none.
1:45 am.
That would probably be a good idea right? A theme. For the sake of propriety we'll name the theme "Deliberations" and try to stick to the subject matter.
1:46 am.
There's a movie going on in the background and it's throwing off my concentration. Might I state here for the record, TV is of Satan. Distressingly, I can't move as the only internet I have is attached to a cord shorter than the sound vicinity.
1:48 am.
Nothing. I'm moving to another room.
1:58 am.
I talked to a friend who suggested that love is a choice, an option that we can either embrace or shun. Correct me, amigo, if I have said this wrong. I guess I want to garner opinions.
It has been my personal experience that love sneaks up on you like a bandito and just when you think you're in the clear it ambushes you with all it's amorous intentions. Is it just a choice we make to surrender to it?
2:08 am.
I know you've trotted naked around your room/apartment and felt a delicious sense of well-being.
2:10 am.
I make a mean cabbage/mushroom/garlic stir-fry and poo-on-you for turning it down, Ta-Ta because it might make you fart. You only live once. Relish it.
2:17 am.
Seven minutes to make those last couple trivial lines. That either means that my brain is slowing down (likely) or it takes me longer to think of inane things (likelier) -- as opposed to deep things, obviously because I am Very deep and Very much a Thinker. Cough Cough. Ahem.
2:20 am.
On a sadder note, I will probably die of something tragic like a broken heart or a kneecap tumor.
(ps. I DID take an online test that predicted that I will most likely die of auto-erotic axphyxiation. (??) note to self: stay away from belts)
2:22 am.
Deliberation seems to have died in light of senseless banter. But I'm REALLY trying to debilerate this idea of love being a conscious decision rather than an erratic lovemaking of souls. Because if the choice was mine I'd Totally choose to fall in love with a squirrel.
In Futurespect, the squirrel would ignore me completely for his nuts and I would be left having to find my own tree, nutless and probably with an improperly conditioned tail making it frizzy and then, of course, unattractive to other squirrels.
2:32 am.
Humans are retarded.
2:33 am.
Eye am we todd did.
2:34 am.
Squirrels might also be retarded although I would have to research this further, against my better judgement.
2:35 ammm...
Comments
And if you can scavange more nuts then they can - they'll love you forever.
And then if you need to squish their skulls - you can lure them to you with the nuts.
Its all about nuts.