Youtube keeps recommending that theamazingatheist dude and it’s probably the rudest thing that’s ever happened to me
If you aren’t excited for Mrs. Doubtfire 2, there’s a good chance that you died on the titanic and that you’re a boring old ghost that people can’t even see anymore because who cares you suck
Not to sound unreasonably paranoid or anything, but I’m like 67% sure that somebody broke into my house and stole my copy of Mrs. Dalloway and a pack of expired energy gum that I had in my desk.
I have no idea why but last night I watched the Honey Boo Boo show and they filled up a bucket with expired egg nog and then went bobbing for cold hot dogs. It had something to do with New Year’s? Later, the mom went to see a psychiatrist about her fear of mayonnaise.
I know the show is trash and like who cares and everything and shame on me for watching it for more than 14 seconds but ever since, I feel broken. Like the last parts of myself that still yearn for others have finally been extinguished. Why hold out hope for somebody understanding you when few people will ever try? Why even bother with decorum? Eat a waffle with your bare hand and pour the syrup straight into your mouth. Eat a waffle with your bare hand in public while not wearing a shirt. Get a tattoo of a moth. Fuck it all. There is no sky. The sun is an illusion. God doesn’t sleep under the ocean. There is a bucket of old egg nog filled with hot dogs and there are 3 girls competing to eat the hot dogs and that is all there really is.
So I’ve been super boring lately and my blog has been super boring and blah blah blah but in two months, I will graduate college, be unemployed, lose my health insurance, and have to finally deal with a soul crushing amount of student loans. All at once! So yeah, get excited for that.