Cor, I am so bluddy stupid and boring. But happy. As an ass. My adventures are so silly. Down to the R 'cuz I didna have a seat, simply incredible flooding, soaked feet, take the W, get to cross the Manhattan Bridge with no view 'cuz I sit on the wrong side. Late for the meeting. Wandering the halls. Where's the freakin auditorium? Here but not here. This says West, I know I want East. Wander, wander, wander. Luckily F, V and J wander by. East is right next to west. I'ma fookin moron. But mebbe you knew that already.
Other people are so brilliant and interesting. Writers, physicists, philosophers, fascinating. And me with my half-baked convictions on empty ideals for meaningless purposes. But my synths made me so happy I laughed out loud. Whata freakin boob, eh?
I'll say this. Just noticed. Renoticed? Paying attention or rationalizing? I'm no good for relationships. NOTE: I did not say at, I did not say with; god is in the prepositions. And I'm still incompetent with Linux vi. Give me a break it's only been what, ten years? So yeah, relationships. Today I learned that Reagan is god and Tolkien is a moron. But Rawlings is great. Why do I want to have anything to do with humanity? Because I am. Some genius built my noise boxes and they make me happy. But I am so self-indulgent I don't know what use I could be for a relationship. Get it? Now I'm going to upload a mess of journal entries to the blog. The odds of anyone ever reading them are slim to none. Happy idiot.