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my writing self is very quirky and odd. hello this is mac the writer. herrow herrow. blah blah blah. i like cookies and like to read while i poop. i actually don't like cookies. i wonder what other parts of myself i can just harness. i think my writing self and real self are the same? barriers of communication. what am i doing. i have homework. eff homework. BONOBO TOMORROW!! chegg egg meg beg leg peg. i think my writing self is starting to just become my thoughts as i think them in my head. well i'll just type whatever i think. hello hello thinkingthinking. thinking about something to think. thinking about thinking. this is going on endlessly. muse has a song called endlessly. it's a pretty good song. all their songs are good. except i don't really like the resistance album. and yet... i have their poster for resistance. lammeee i want another one. my speakers hisssss and my remote for it doesn't work. so i'm stuck at volume 9 forever. i like my bass down low bum bm bmmmmmmmm. gotta order more meds tomomrrow. i want to make many friends. i think i'm just gonna accept the fact that it's easier for me to make friends with girls than it is with guys. more interesting to talk to. through internet anyway. the more i talk to people the more i learn about myself too. so i kinda use people for my own gain puahahaha. i'm sure i have some sound advice to offer people as well. maybe not. some people will think i'm a bit loopy. loopy like mindbender? i haven't been to six flags in a while have i? maybe i'll go again some time. ehhh prolly not. it's boring and been there done that. my dog likes to hide under places. he loves to be pet too. i feel bad for him. he never gets taken out. i'm never home to take him out. been wanting to take him to the park and walk around for my own benefit and his but... he is a bit of a girly dog. i want a MAANNN dog. like a german shepherd. puahha he's so cute. will instantly lie on his back when i'm near and will squirm until i rub his belly. i want a ferret too. little things. so fun. and a cat. definitely a cat. dogs think we are the masters. cats know they are the masters. little fuckers are like "oh hoho feed me and give me a place to shit while i go around and enjoy the world bitch" they have the loner spirit that i can appreciate. i better be able to be do that thing that makes me not allergic to things so that i can get a cat. kitty cat. i will name it... ummmm liono. the guy from thundercats. hahahahaah LIONO COME HERE. i can just imagine. and so i will stop here. you have just peered into the madness that is my brain. this is me. 24/7. nonstop thinking. one topic will jumpstart another. kickstart? why did that pop in my head. oh yeah that's a dubstep song. the word people just did too. i wonder where thoughts originate. and i said i would stop. fuck. i could go on and on and on. did anyone read all of this nonsense?
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uhhhh please don't randomly talk to me after months and ask me if i got some weed. not cool homie. not cool.
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uhhhh please don't randomly talk to me after months and ask me if i got some weed. not cool homie. not cool.
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