really…fucking… tired

what to write about…what to write about….what to what write….about. nothing. absofuckingluting nothing. nothing really comes to mind, no really, im all out of ideas to write about. i could write about kim, but what purpose would that servve? and i could write about sarah, but what purpose that that serve? its just really freaking weird for me not to have anything to write about now a days, i could blog about lorna or debbey, or candice, or shelly, or winston or mike, or any other number of things. maybe i could write about my dreams? maybe but not likely. i could write about writing stuff wich im doing at the moment.

i could write about adding friends for no apparent reason other then to just add them. not really knowing what could become of it and simply justifying the cause to make things easier on myself. i could go into some random offshoot story about something happening, but im not in the mood to go through that. and besides, it takes a hell of a lot of energy when i do go into that much detail about stories. mental energy, and such.

bored, bored, bored. golly jeepers batman were fucking tired arent we? hell i could write about kim. in fact i will. im in the mood to anyways, and for the last time forever, im not obsessed. or i could go into why id make a great father figure in my kids life. but i have no kids, wich i want some some day. seriosly, have you all thought about that event? where youll either be pushing one out of you thrugh a hole in your cervix the size of a pea? that shits gotta hurt!

i mean, i could totaly understand the mental capacity for it, after all, women do have stronger abdominal muscles for that one purpose only. and it would also explain that little puffed up section of the tummy . no really it would, i always thought that women had a constant case of gas or something befor i figured it out.

hell the only real reason that men are around is to put the seed n you gals. but then thats just the stupidity of this idiot, whose tired as hell and wants to stop writing. but he wont. theres just way the hell to many things i could write about. and im so friggin wiped out as well. hmmm…. wonder what shes up to? wonder what sarah dreams of? now i know what your thinking… and i know about fourty different sarahs and kim, and shellys, and candaces, and cassidis. so dont try to pin it on yourself that im talking about you. i know only three or four different beth and bobbys. speaking of wich, whats that dork been up to anyways?

coffee…coffeee… cooooooooofffffeeeeeeeeee….. can you tell that im bored? im just going to keep on writing till i run out of things to say. hell this might take a while. no really, it might. i justm ight end it here… but i wont, just kidding. i love techno! im goingto write the next paragraph in all caps… just for the effect of people thinking im yelling when im not.

LA LA LA LA LA…. IM BOREED. THATS RIGHT, MY TRUE NAME IS BOREED! I LOVE THIS SONG! BACKSTREET BACK TONIGHT! I HATE BOYBANDS, ESPCIALY N’SYNC. WHY DO I HATE THEM? I DONT KNOW, I JUST DO. KINDA LIKE I HATE POCORN SHELLS GETTING CAUGHT IM MY TEETH. A NESSECARY EVIL. OK THATS ENOUGH CAPS.

yep that was fun. what to write. what to write. what to write. im like, so , like, bored that everything is like, so tubular. i like, love kim. wich kim am i talking about? beats me. probably the one in san jose. lost my ghost to her. damn her!!! she took my ghost! what the hells my ghost anyway? its like a weird assed beverage for old guys in surfers shorts. no really! have you ever thought about florida? thats where there making old people even as we speak. or i write! what ever…but still. its FLORI FUCKING DA! just kidding!

im the king of new jersey! king morgan at your service, how shall i screw up your day!? would you like an order of fries with that? no? thatll be 4.55 at the second window please. sir you have to be in a car to go through the drive through. i know thats a bike, its just not the same sir. well still. go on through. im a hooker for jay leno.

wow, that was intresting to say the least. florida, florida, florida…. how i love thy oversoul… what would you do for a klondike bar? no  really, because i hate them. i dont like mint ice cream that much either.

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