Kinda sorta somehow just hit me that I'm always online doing nothing save staring at the screen staring back at me.
Hmmmm.
Not the most productive thing to do when the rest of the world is knee deep in financial turmoil, political unrest, domestic violence, expanding waistlines and shrinking paychecks.
Hmmmm.
By the way, the Salmon sashimi tonight was absolutely devilishly sinfully OMFGly yummylicious.
Again, not the wisest thing to do with a borderline high cholesterol level and 3 years ticking on the clock before I hit the big Three.
Oh well.
Hmmmm.
You only live once right. At least that's what they say. Also sorely depends on what you believe in as well I guess.
Some folks believe in life after death.
Some believe in turning to dust as you breathe your last breath.
Some believe in having nine lives to start with. Meow.
Some already are living in hell so it doesn't really matter where they go from here on anyway.
What's more, they say life starts at forty so what's the hurry?
Well, if by definition
Life = rickety aching joints + expanding waistline + shrinking manhood + tighter pants + looser double chin
then hell yeah life starts at forty and with an effing glorious bang it starts huh.
Hmmmm.
Oh well.
At least I did something today.
Not sure if mindless ramblings account as a mean of productive effort but WTF its my blog so I can do anything I want on it nyeh nyeh nyeh * toungue out waggling*
Not like anyone's gona come across this anyway.
Recap:
First and foremost, it is with a great sense of sincerity and regret I shall acknowledge to myself that this post may and most probably will be yet another self-indulgent psychotic neo-emo rant about nothing other than nothingness, and would again like so many before it be reserved solely for my own narcissistic reading pleasure on some stormy Friday night with just me, myself and I. And most probably with my laptop on and some porno rendition of
The Wizard of oz playing in the background.
The only difference now is a porno rendition of
Toy Story playing in the background instead.
Wizard of Oz is sooo last century, Dah-ling.
Must be the Starbucks Mocha Frappuchino. Damn Imperialist coffee chains and their frigging ingredients making people go all wonky.
I need to sleep. Or at least pretend to pretend to do so. Before the boogieman in the closet gets tired waiting to pounce on me and falls asleep himself. The poor thing.
Good night.
Love you bie...
xoxoxo
