I have lost the ability to sleep. As you can clearly see by the time I am posting all of this crap.
Why is it that my mind is so full of amazingness right as I am about to fall asleep? I have all of these grand plans and ideas and without fail I forget them all in the morning.
I haven't written on this blog in about a century. I actually forgot I even had one. Remembering that I did is what got me out of bed. I had a haunting suspicion that there may be incriminating information on it that at some point I thought wise to share with the world.
I have to be honest, I don't even know why I am talking to you right now. This whole blog thing is a bad idea. I mean, I work really hard to keep all of my crazy thoughts to myself all day. A thing like this gives me a place to unleash them. How horrible. Everyone is going to know how NUTS I am. ;)
Maybe my grand ideas aren't really all that amazing. Maybe they just seem amazing at three in the morning. I was thinking about how almost every little kid makes a "no boys allowed" club when they are young. And what a great name that would be for a dance club. Because you know so many guys would go thinking tons of girls were hanging out there. Unless everyone thought it was a club for lesbians. If that were the case then the whole place would be filled with guys.
I was also thinking about how much I hate dumb girls like Brooke Hogan. It is pretty girls like her who give the rest of us such a bad name. She thinks women shouldn't be able to vote. I think she shouldn't be able to talk. That's what you get for thinking.
Then again, I know some dumb girls that I really like. I guess it's not their fault, they just don't know any better. What if I am a dumb girl? My head hurts now.
This blog so doesn't even explain who I am at all. I mean, these poems I have written from like ancient times. . . I love them and all, but they seem very dark. I swear I am not one of those people who go around consumed by my emotions. Quite opposite however, I have to think to know what I'm feeling. I actually can't take anything very seriously at all. I think almost everything is funny. If the poems or stories seem sad, you may just not understand what they are about.
Then again, I do have to admit. . . I am very in love with my existence. I feel grateful almost all of the time just by merely being alive. And that is usually when I write. It is my attempt at capturing the overwhelming joy I feel, even in my sorrow.
See? There I go again, making something light-hearted feel so serious. Eh, what are you gonna do?
Why is it that my mind is so full of amazingness right as I am about to fall asleep? I have all of these grand plans and ideas and without fail I forget them all in the morning.
I haven't written on this blog in about a century. I actually forgot I even had one. Remembering that I did is what got me out of bed. I had a haunting suspicion that there may be incriminating information on it that at some point I thought wise to share with the world.
I have to be honest, I don't even know why I am talking to you right now. This whole blog thing is a bad idea. I mean, I work really hard to keep all of my crazy thoughts to myself all day. A thing like this gives me a place to unleash them. How horrible. Everyone is going to know how NUTS I am. ;)
Maybe my grand ideas aren't really all that amazing. Maybe they just seem amazing at three in the morning. I was thinking about how almost every little kid makes a "no boys allowed" club when they are young. And what a great name that would be for a dance club. Because you know so many guys would go thinking tons of girls were hanging out there. Unless everyone thought it was a club for lesbians. If that were the case then the whole place would be filled with guys.
I was also thinking about how much I hate dumb girls like Brooke Hogan. It is pretty girls like her who give the rest of us such a bad name. She thinks women shouldn't be able to vote. I think she shouldn't be able to talk. That's what you get for thinking.
Then again, I know some dumb girls that I really like. I guess it's not their fault, they just don't know any better. What if I am a dumb girl? My head hurts now.
This blog so doesn't even explain who I am at all. I mean, these poems I have written from like ancient times. . . I love them and all, but they seem very dark. I swear I am not one of those people who go around consumed by my emotions. Quite opposite however, I have to think to know what I'm feeling. I actually can't take anything very seriously at all. I think almost everything is funny. If the poems or stories seem sad, you may just not understand what they are about.
Then again, I do have to admit. . . I am very in love with my existence. I feel grateful almost all of the time just by merely being alive. And that is usually when I write. It is my attempt at capturing the overwhelming joy I feel, even in my sorrow.
See? There I go again, making something light-hearted feel so serious. Eh, what are you gonna do?
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