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i want to write a book, where i just sit there, and write everything that comes to my mind. a lot of people think i'm random, but it's just that my train of thought kicks ass. my eyes are dry as fuck from swimming and my chin itches. what the fuck does "____ as fuck" even mean anyway? well, i know what it means, but it makes no sense. dry as fuck... you can't really say that my eyes are dry as fuck, unless it's sex between two people who have been starving in the desert for 2 weeks straight. shit, i just thought of something totally awesome, but it slipped my mind.
yesterday i was watching the daily show, and the ex-national treasurer was talking to jon stewart, and he was telling jon about something he said to the president about not lying for the benefit of big business. and jon stewart was like, "what are you doing making sense again?" and the former treasurer said, "it's what i do, jon." that was the greatest pun i have ever heard in my life. and he thought of it right on the spot. i wish i had a wit like that. i'd kick ass.
i talked to brian the other day about some gay high school bullshit, and he was like, "whatever, i hate my life anyway." i don't hate my life. i haven't done shit yet. but i do hate the structure of life. we're so dependent on eachother. that's not cool. if my societal life is going nowhere when i'm older, i'm just going to walk into a big ass forest, completely naked, with nothing in my possession but my memories and live old school. me and sierzga talked about this once because mr. mayer tells his manly ass stories about camping and all the hippie shit he did.
i probably won't do this unless it's my absolute last resort. like, if i only had two choices that could change the direction of my life, and they were doing some homosexual act and walking into a forest naked and starting over, i'd definitely walk into a forest naked and start over. fuck other people. who knows? i might even be able to make my own kick ass language. that will be enough for now. i'll conjour more miscellaneous idiocracy later.
yesterday i was watching the daily show, and the ex-national treasurer was talking to jon stewart, and he was telling jon about something he said to the president about not lying for the benefit of big business. and jon stewart was like, "what are you doing making sense again?" and the former treasurer said, "it's what i do, jon." that was the greatest pun i have ever heard in my life. and he thought of it right on the spot. i wish i had a wit like that. i'd kick ass.
i talked to brian the other day about some gay high school bullshit, and he was like, "whatever, i hate my life anyway." i don't hate my life. i haven't done shit yet. but i do hate the structure of life. we're so dependent on eachother. that's not cool. if my societal life is going nowhere when i'm older, i'm just going to walk into a big ass forest, completely naked, with nothing in my possession but my memories and live old school. me and sierzga talked about this once because mr. mayer tells his manly ass stories about camping and all the hippie shit he did.
i probably won't do this unless it's my absolute last resort. like, if i only had two choices that could change the direction of my life, and they were doing some homosexual act and walking into a forest naked and starting over, i'd definitely walk into a forest naked and start over. fuck other people. who knows? i might even be able to make my own kick ass language. that will be enough for now. i'll conjour more miscellaneous idiocracy later.