Boredom leads me to do strange things. Such as my deciding to try and grow some mutton chops, its like a chin strap that isnt buckled. Or thinking about peeing into snowmen and watching them melt into big yellow pools. On occasion i have even gotten my face pierced, hence the two balls floating in front of my forehead. Other times i just wack it, which is probably my favorite cure for boredom. For now though my auto-erotism needs no further purging, I can t make the hair on my face grow any faster, and my piercer doesnt make house calls at 7:00 a.m
fetology:
I'm pissed off that I fell asleep during the movie.