Friday, January 18, 2008
When logic fails. Dive into the soup can of illogic.
Logical progression of thoughts keeps leading me back to, "If I shoot myself in the foot the rest of my problems will seem trivial." And well I don't actually wanna put a hole in my foot. Thus the illogical train of thought arrives at the boarding station. Inside out. Ok first I will get a banana and shove it down the sink. Then the magical moose fairy will arrive and grant me a wish. I will wish for a can of neverending soup. Now due to the fact that moose fairies are retarded in the highest degree I will end up with a neverending can of soup. With said soup I will feed the rich and mock the poor. Then I shall bath in the sorrow of the rich as they find out that the soup is actually cyanide. Or something. In the meantime I will be making amends with the poor poor people of the world by mentally creating hilarious box shapes out of their houses. With my hands. After I finish bouncing my head against the wall of physics I will crawl down my ceiling into my bed and fall asleep. And they all lived happily ever after. Until the plague showed up. Stupid weasels.
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Hmm, so I was checking up on my blogs and I was so excited to see all the new posts since I haven't been on since thursday morning but there was no new posts until I got to your name in the list and so I decided I would comment.
Yeah so. I don't really understand(maybe due to the fact that it doesn't make sense :)
And it's funny but I am not laughing right now because I woke up at 5:45 and when you do something like that you don't start laughing until like days later.
Anyway Saturday 19th, 2008.
If that is a peek inside your head...then you have a most unique way of thinking and a very imaginative muse.
....I'm intrigued.
btw...I hope you don't mind me stopping by. I discovered your blog by means of Andrews (I think).
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