frued is a horny bastard

Bottoms up! Now… I’m drunk. So I’m going to try to write a blog about things. Need more beer. Need to free my mind of any blocking pathways to the true thoughts of this man named Morgan. Quite the poet, aren’t I? Much friggin’ better.

Ok first things first since everyone knows about the damned Carmen situation I’ll not go there. But, I will talk about it because… Because it’s just there, I’m over the stupid person, well she’s not stupid but she’s just out and about, totally out there and free to do her own damned thing. I’m not complaining or anything, its more or less to the point of idiocy that I’m writing about her. But I’m drunk at the moment so who gives a Frathnic right?

At the moment I’m in talks with a Kate Lawrence, a girl of I hope nineteen that’s fairly attractive. At the moment I am having thoughts of almost anything that is entertaining at the moment. Like writing some more D.S. while I’m drunk. Should be fun. Blake I am in the writing mood. Which is fun when you think of it…but why would midgets WANTS to rule the world? It’d be like saying “you’ll never escape the short arm of the law!!! Unless of course you run really, really fast… then … were pretty much screwed. But still! You’ll never escape the short arms of the law!” you know what? Now that I’m drunk…sort of. I can pretty much write what ever I wanted too and not be afraid of any setbacks. Though I won’t reveal that Sarah… s… another Sara that I know. Like’s girls as well as guys… though that should be fun in ye old porno land. Not you Sarah, a different Sara. She revealed to me something interesting. Not quite sure what it is yet.

In other news, I’m starting to get the big picture of why things are the way they are. It’s not as interesting as say, Spiderman on fire with the green goblins poking out his nose. But its still interesting to say the least, everything has a place in the world, we just choose to move that place. Now where the Frathnic was I? Oh right… this… Carmen Kelly woman… person… place… thing… she is hot… I’ll admit that, she is one tough cookie as well. A little on the burned side, but, still kind of taste like nuts. I’m hungry… can you tell? Anyway, I’m not obsessed with her… anymore. I was, and then I tried to kill myself over that fact. Didn’t work out as I planned. When I got over her, then I was like. “Whoa! Dude! That so frathnicing awesome I cant believe it! But then again, why would people believe something they don’t see everyday. It’s like saying.”

What was I saying? Things. Anyways, the auditory process just going haywire and random things coming out like a firecracker going off in the middle of July? Oh hello goliath, your so adorable. More beer for the asshole in me! Nice! Now I am quite drunk, while I do have this nifty thrifty thing of Gatorade (is it in you? because if it is… you need to go to the hospital. yeah, eating plastic is never a good thing.) where was I? Oh yeah… The Dorikame Saga.

The D.S. has always been, and always will be, my number one priority. With Blake doing the editing. Which he keeps going over and over the first one? Frathnic to that… it’s just a little too much for me you know? Just when I think things are starting to look up in the D.S. everything kind of falls to shit. Well, not everything, I love the series don’t get me wrong, it’s just I want Blake to finish up with the series… like now! Now is a good time. To finish up with the editing for the first book in the series; and move on to the second. A couple of run through with everything should be fine but still. You never know when things are going to go up in smoke for some reason.

Which I hope never happens to the D.S., it’s our baby. It started from just a simple bio of Enigmatt and Demeonte Dorikame who cryo ballooned the Joklan just kind of minding his own business and everything to nearly three of ten books written, 21 races, 12 alphabets, more drawing then you could imagine Well I’ve got some ideas for the series that might spice things up as well as the video game. Which will be Frathnicing bitching!

As for me not getting laid yet? So what… mesh, it’ll happen when its going to happen. Sex is sex, just another form of procreation where the females are searching for the male with the best immune system. And that is what is called love my friends. Love is nothing more then the systematic desensitization for the perfect immune system. Which means I’m in high demand right now if I could ever get my act together. I want to have it, I need to have it, and my future depends on it. I haven’t thought about it that much. But ever since I hit the ripe old age of 22… god damned, I’ve been thinking of boning every piece of hot ass that I see. Including Sara and Heena. But then shit happened and those thoughts were banished forever more.

Why the hell am I so… so…tired? Oh yeah. I’m drunk. Which means my thoughts are a little bit more free then usual. Though I’m wondering something. If I post this as public, will people hate me for it? More beer! All right! Two beers downed! Whoopee! I feel like chicken tonight. No, I really do, have you ever wondered what that stuff does to you? They got all these chemicals and what not in it and you’re thinking to yourself… nice I can type without looking at the keyboard ok so not really. All right now, I am officially drunk when I’m writing about random shit that doesn’t coincide with the fact that I am totally drunk. Of course this could also be the most embarrassing thing I’ve written since I first logged onto myspace in which this will be the biggest thing I’ve written since I have logged onto myspace.

Well this is always a fun little ditty. I can write a hell of a lot more when I’m drunk then when I’m sober. I think I’ll become a drunkard and write me some novels. I really think I will.

Well, this is now the point in time where I stop writing because my hands are hurting and I’m tired of writing. But then again, what the hell will that prove? The time is now 12:29 pm., which means I have been writing for the better part of an hour. I’m actually proud of this fact. It means I can just write and write and write and write… and never get tired. But I am tired. Because I’m somewhat drunk.

Yes were getting to the main part of the blog now aren’t we my little people. Sara… the other one… not the one that’s reading this wondering what the hell am I doing drinking and writing blogs… because I’m damned sexy… well not always. Yet I always feel something…I think its called… horny. When I’m this free. Anyways, the other Sara… (Censored for content). Well that’s certainly the most embarrassing thing I’ve ever written.

Maybe I won’t delete. Though why the hell would I want to? Frathnic…I want to Frathnic… I want to Frathnic…but its not going to happen anytime soon. Only with a hooker may it happen. And even then they’ll (censored for content). Which is really fun. Or so I’ve heard.

The only real point of living is this: to Frathnic. That’s it; none of this moronic political crap; love doesn’t exist. Or it might and I might not know it. In fact, it may just seem like everything’s just kind of random. Now my hands are hurting really badly from all this typing. I might fall asleep here in a second. Or not. Which is why I have Gatorade. This drink that fills you up and never lets you down, Most of the time.

God damn it. I think I might still feel something for her… though why the Frathnic should I? She wants nothing to do with me. L.O.L… I’m just a poor sap with no D.L., and passion for the absurd. Speaking of which… do you think Freud ever got laid? It’s hard to imagine an old dude like him getting it on with the ladies. Really… you ever think about that?

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