I have nothing to say. But I'm making this journal entry just to pass the time and waste yours in the process. If you know what's good for you, you'll just quit right now.....Still reading? *shakes head* Hopeless bastard....Well now I know you're hooked. I've become digital crack. So enjoy my friend. Binge and purge on the nothingness that is the point of this entry. Right now I've come to the conclusion that the B-52's are a fucking wierd band. I've never really listened to them before. Strange....You know what I was wondering the other day? If Tourette's Syndrome existed back before there was any kind of official language, what the hell did those people scream out? Or what if they had Tourette's, but they were mute? Would anybody notice? Or would they just think the poor guy had a strange tick of some sort? These are the stupid things that I think about at work. Actually, my mind goes to a lot stranger places than that, but that one was the first thing I just thought of. Well, I think it's time for me to crash. Sorry if I didn't get a chance to comment in all of your guy's journals today, but I'll get to it soon. Promise. And why did you read that? Are you that fucking bored???? Jeez. Get a puppy. They are way more entertaining than this. But they do poop in your shoes and eat the edges off of your furniture. Which I won't do. No matter how tempting. I'm out this bitch muthafuckas........
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d_day:
seriously
d_day:
like how the eyes are blacked out?