doghouse_reilly

So a little while ago I was in this bar near my dad's apartment right over the state line in a little hick town in Ohio, and apparently everyone in the region there plays a game called-- I'm not making this up-- Cornhole. It's like a beanbag toss but you stand pretty far away and there's only one hole on the target... the cornhole. People were very much into this game, they lined up to play it and there were cornhole signs advertised in windows and at least one plastic roadside signboard that read, "YES! We have cornhole in back!" I felt like I was in a Beavis & Butthead episode.

Here's where I invoke the sacred mantra of online journal updating; I'm bored.

Tonight I was supposed to be doing something social with various humans I have befriended according to my plan to blend in among the human population in order to subvert and secure the planet for our purposes, but apparently that's not happening anymore. I might as well wait one more day so I can celebrate being officially above the law once more, but now I have nothing with which to occupy my hyped up sense of inertia.

I have an X-Box with no games.

I have a computer that barely works.

I have DVD player with only 3 DVD's and a bunch of VHS tapes with no VCR.

I filled up my last sketchbook the other day, and I lost my last Magic Rub eraser.

I have some paints and a brush but no canvas.

I have a bunch of books and comics I've read a million times.

I don't even have any weed and it's cold as fuck outside.

I'm pretty broke and I don't like Cornhole.

So I'm updating my journal.

And then I'm going to go kidnap a baby jesus.