2698452's blog: "There's A Palace In Your Head Boy..."

Everyone should watch It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia for an entire day to just feel better about themselves.  
And to laugh.  A lot.


It's supposed to snow tomorrow.  It was almost 80 on Friday.  
If those fucking Mayans were right, I got some serious shit to get done...fast.


I have been so lazy this weekend.  I feel shame.  And fatness.  And full of pizza.


I'm a really good idea person, I just suck at the execution.


Religion is a trap.  Gnaw your goddam legs off people.


I think we've run out of brilliant.  I would think there has to be a limit.  We're just rehashing the brilliant that came before, twisting it, putting a fresh coat of paint on and shoving it out there as something new.
Maybe we've just stopped evolving.  They certainly are doing their best to prevent it from happening. 


I like my childish things.  I do not need them.  That's the difference.


I like surprise sexy pictures on my phone. 


I think naps keep us young.


I'm tired and kinda frustrated and in one of my weird places where I don't know what comes next.  I get quiet when that happens.  Rather strange things coming flying out of me rather than anything resembling normal.  I turtle up and shout random nonsense out my turtle head poker outer hole.
It's probably not the best way to deal with things, but when you've dealt with things all by yourself for a long time the "best" is rarely an option.


At least three of my fingers serve no purpose whatsoever.  Well, only two if I want to drink my drinks like a fancy person.  And you bet your ass that I do!


Someone in some level of authority needs to lay down proper etiquette for the clipping of one's nails.  Specifically that it should be done in the privacy of one's own domicile.  I'd rather watch horribly ugly people copulate than have to hear that awful *snip* *pwang* of a nail being clipped and launched in random directions like the shrapnel of a dirty bomb filled with ball bearings.


If I keep running in circles how deep can I bury myself?


When you need something...something tangible...so badly...you can almost actually feel it with your mind.  That tangible, that almost feeling it with your mind, it may be worse than nothing.


I think it's time to detach myself from any political party.  I just have no use for them and there is no agenda I can get behind completely.  I'm not even an independent.  I'm just a quiet "dissent to everything" person. 
Everything you say is wrong, even when it's right, because you're not saying it because it's right...it's because it's convenient.
It's so clear, makes so much sense, it's what you want...and you sit and wonder if it wants you back.  Should you just take it?  Should you hide from the possibility that you're wrong?  It's one step and it's a long fall.
Don't read into me.  I'm shallower than the inner city kiddie pool.
I want to be a snowflake melting in the sunshine.


I hope everyone had a nice weekend.  Now get out of my head.  It's fucking crowded...