The story so far:
What to write about... What to write about... What to what write....about. Nothing. Ab-so-****-lutly nothing. Nothing really comes to mind, no really, I'm all out of ideas to write about. I could write about Kim, but what purpose would that serve? And I could write about Sarah, but what purpose that that serve? It's just really freaking weird for me not to have anything to write about now a days, I could log about Lorna or Debbey, or Candice, or Shelly, or Winston or Mike, or any other number of things. Maybe I could write about my dreams? Maybe but not likely. I could write about writing stuff which I'm doing at the moment.
I could write about adding friends for no apparent reason other then to just add them. Not really knowing what could become of it and simply justifying the cause to make things easier on myself. I could go into some random offshoot story about something happening, but I'm not in the mood to go through that. And besides, it takes a hell of a lot of energy when I do go into that much detail about stories. Mental energy, and such.
Bored, bored, bored. Golly jeepers batman were **** tired aren't we? Hell I could write about Kim. In fact I will. I'm in the mood to anyways, and for the last time forever, I'm not obsessed. Or I could go into why I'd make a great father figure in my kids life. But I have no kids, which I want some some day. seriosly, have you all thought about that event? Where you'll either be pushing one out of you through a hole in your cervix the size of a pea? That **** gotta hurt!
I mean, I could totally understand the mental capacity for it, after all, women do have stronger abdominal muscles for that one purpose only. And it would also explain that little puffed up section of the tummy. No really it would, I always thought that women had a constant case of gas or something befor I figured it out.
Hell the only real reason that men are around is to put the seed in you gals. But then that's just the stupidity of this idiot, whose tired as hell and wants to stop writing. But he wont. There's just way the hell to many things I could write about. And I'm so friggin wiped out as well. Hmmm.... Wonder what she's up to? Wonder what Sarah dreams of? Now I know what your thinking... And I know about fourty different Sarahs and Kims, and Shellys, and Candaces, and Cassidies. So dont try to pin it on yourself that I'm talking about you. I know only three or four different Beth's and bobbys. Speaking of which, what's that dork been up to anyways?
Coffee... Coffeee... Cooooooooofffffeeeeeeeeee... Can you tell that I'm bored? I'm just going to keep on writing till I run out of things to say. Hell this might take a while. No really, it might. I just might end it here... But I won't, just kidding. I love techno! I'm going to write the next paragraph in all caps... Just for the effect of people thinking I'm yelling when im not.
LA LA LA LA LA.... IM BOREED. THATS RIGHT, MY TRUE NAME IS BOREED! I LOVE THIS SONG! BACKSTREET BACK TONIGHT! I HATE BOYBANDS, ESPCIALY N'SYNC. WHY DO I HATE THEM? I DONT KNOW, I JUST DO. KINDA LIKE I HATE POCORN SHELLS GETTING CAUGHT IM MY TEETH. A NESSECARY EVIL. OK THATS ENOUGH CAPS.
Yep that was fun. What to write. What to write. What to write. I'm like, so , like, bored that everything is like, so tubular. I like, love kim. which kim am I talking about? Beats me. Probably the one in san jose. lost my ghost to her. Damn her!!! She took my ghost! What the hells my ghost anyway? It's like a weird assed beverage for old guys in surfers shorts. No really! Have you ever thought about florida? That's where there making old people even as we speak. Or I write! What ever... But still. It's FLORI-****-DA! Just kidding!
I'm the king of New Jersey! King Demeonte at your service, how shall I screw up your day!? Would you like an order of fries with that? No? That'll be $4.55 at the second window please. Sir, you have to be in a car to go through the drive through. I know thats a bike, It's just not the same sir. Well still. Go on through. I'm a hooker for jay leno.
Wow, that was intresting to say the least. Florida, Florida, Florida.... how I love thy oversoul... What would you do for a klondike bar? No really, because I hate them. I dont like mint ice cream that much either.