Current mood:

sleepy

no transitions
yes. i know, i have let down livejournal once again. but, life is full of disappointment, and if one cannot adjust to the emptiness of productive writing, then one probably has other major issues as well and should go to the nearest therapist.

and i need to be referred to a good therapist. i'm about to pull a steven king's misery on j.k.rowling and force her to write the 6th harry potter book before the next millennium.


what do you write about when there's absolutely nothing to write about? i'll tell you:
a rabbit with enormous feet almost ran me over while i tried walk a grandma across the street, but i gave it some trix and it stopped trying to stomp me and realized that its aggression was due to not ever being able to eat something its picture was on. after a short sigh of relief, the grandma beside me turned out to be not a grandma at all and suddenly transformed into richard simmons. terrified i ran the opposite direction and ran a good couple of blocks until i saw a hut by the side of the river with green and white smoke coming out of it. i decided that the hut would be a good hideout until i regained my mental stability. i raised a chicken farm in the hut thereafter and no one ever saw richard simmons again so we all lived happily ever after. the end. and then i ate the chickens.


coke commercials get dumber and dumber. not only are they incomprehensible, but they make you think there's some abstract message behind it all that you're not clever enough to catch. so you sit staring at the tv a good seconds after with your eyebrows furrowed trying to grasp the underlying meaning, and then, and then.. and then... wait, still nothing.

today i went looking for the girls bathroom in a building in which my class was in and accidentally bumped into a corridor of doors with all having a "highly radioactive" sign over it. after running in slow motion through the corridors amidst the danger of being exposed to the radioactive door signs, i did a james bond number and blasted through the exit doors and then found the girls bathroom just in the nick of time.

i think i have rambled enough to catch up with my lack of writing. and now i must go to bed. goodnight sir.