I was doing a little cleaning up across the multiple social sites I am on, deleting old contact, blocking people that have no right to be in my life, I popped into my draft sections of my blog. Some of these things make no sense to me, but obviously at that point I thought it was good.
What the hell was I thinking?
What the hell was I thinking?
- "9:49-You are officially my hero" --Why is a point in time my hero? AM or PM?
- "Confidential to M" --Who the hell is M? Was it really confidential if I was writing it on Teh Internet?
- "Kicking glass bottle to avoid muggers"--Is this a public service announcement I'm working on?
- "I think of elephants AND zebras"
- Rat Dropping--Don't even ask. I have no idea.
Well, 900pm is my hero. That's bedtime around my house!
ReplyDeleteHeehee! Were you drinking when you wrote those things? It's really alright, we're all random sometimes.
ReplyDeleteI love to read your stuff. I love you.
ReplyDeleteHaha, I would read any of those with gusto if you're writing them:)
ReplyDeleteAlso, what's with making mah brainz work on the internets? I was seriously sofa king confused by that sign until it finally clicked. I think I need sleep. Or a margarita.
That's precisely what my composition looks like after I've been drinking. My mind goes to very loco places when I'm given too much beer and a keyboard.
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