Goofball murders

Damn I'm lazy. I love writing but I can't seem to get going these days. Don't really have much to say and the imp that runs the imagination circuit has been on an extended vacation. I try to jumpstart on my own but it fails to work. Also I'm hungry and I can't be expected to think on an empty stomach.


*LONG PAUSE WHERE I GO GET SOMETHING TO EAT FROM THE FRIDGE THAT MAY OR MAY NOT BE ICE-CREAM WITH CANDY CORN IN IT*


Ok! Now I feel much better. I think. Not sure what candy corn can do to someone if ingested with dairy. I take my chances for the edification of humanity. Maybe I can just start an interesting story with a random idea!

*WAITS FOR THE IMAGINATION CIRCUIT TO BE ACTIVATED BY THE BACKUP OPERATER, A DRUNKEN COW*

Mooooooo! *hic* Well guys, that's all I got. Until next time... stay away from the fermented cud.

I'm not EMO, honest

Wow... My last posts have been a little on the EMO side. If I could warp back to yesterday, I'd punch myself in the face for even considering writing it. I suppose you have to hit bottom before you can pull yourself back up. Life's been a douchy whore to me but there is no reason to take it out on you, reader. And besides, there is good news amongst the voids of anger and despair: I got me a car! Now I'm gonna be the one nearly killing others with my wide left turns and my failure to signal. There's nothing like driving around aimlessly and getting lost a lot. I drove around for an hour and it was liberating and great fun. Even the policeman who wrote me a ticket for littering seemed to be genuinely pleased.
What am I saying? Nothing. But what I am typing is that I tend to get morose at the littlest things. Enjoy this for what it is: A quick waste of your time while I work out my problems on the screen. Whether or not you respond is immaterial. I do this simply because I can. I do it for us, reader (not really).