my very last entry
Why we use toilet paper
The other day my boyfriend posted that he’s sick of people who go to coffee shops and do things like…drinking coffee. Not to imply that he’s one of those pretentious intellectuals who make it their goal to be unique and different. This was an isolated incident.
For about a year I’ve been sort of keeping up this mediocre and little-read live journal. I haven’t figured out a way to alter it from the original default format, and it’s not too visually appealing or creative. As Eddie would say, it takes a ride on the shit-coaster. It’s not as if I write entries with the general content of: "wow I haven’t updated this in forever oopsies, I’ve just been so busy with school, friends, etc." While careful not to appear like one of those people, I haven’t managed to successfully cross over to the land of witty and entertaining as far as writing abilities go.
I’ll also admit to drinking coffee. What bugs me is when people point out common human behavior and label it as predictable to imply that they’re so enlightened. (No offense to the coffee-comment-maker, you just reminded me about something I’ve been meaning to say.) I can do it too: everyone who reads this is just going to end up, you know, using toilet paper eventually. How predictable. SHEEP! I’m sick of writing in a journal that no one reads and trying to be profound. I think it’s time to call it quits, because I’m also disturbed by the fact that some people who I’ve cut off contact with have the link. This journal probably won’t be worth anything unless you print it out and wipe your ass with it. Peace out!