The thing is, I have all these three word phrases in my head and I don't know which one is worth chasing down. There's "Biting Girl Scouts" because I was thinking about how funny it would be to just randomly bite someone. Like not hard or anything ...Just enough to shake them up a little and that's probably because I've been watching too many Swedish Vampire and Japanese Zombie movies lately and I've got biting on the brain. And then I was thinking about what would be the best target demographic to bite for no reason and for whatever reason Girl Scouts came to mind, and maybe that says something about me, but what are you Dr. Freud? I'm not your psychiatric hypothesis! I also thought about biting old people, but then I thought they would just taste gross.
And just now I got a text message asking me what I was up to, and I wrote back "working on a pointless clog" because my stupid cell phone always replaces words with what it thinks I mean and so "me" becomes "of" and "blog" becomes "clog" and because my fingers aren't agile I claimed at one point that someone was "muffing of" instead of "hugging me" and I never go back and check to see that what I typed was correct, so I'm pretty much untrainable and I should get started on a fabulous career of not texting people for a living. Also sometimes I forget to turn it off "letter-by-letter" mode and I send text messages that look like this "Wgw apd wmt pm pdww*?" and then I hit send and I still don't know how to stop a message once I've hit send, so pretty much that employer thinks I'm an idiot. But he is so wrong that I could just barf.
How is this going do you think? Yeah. That's what I thought too.
Another topic I wanted to touch on was how I've decided to replace my anti-psychotics with Pez© because if anti-psychotics were also strawberry flavored and chewable maybe I would spend less time digging holes with my hands under my front porch so that I could grab the demon who keeps leaving stuff in my mailbox. Sure, you would think it was just the postman, but there was a movie once that said "The Postman always Rings Twice" and since movies are my best friends and never lie to me especially if they star Will Smith as a man on the outside of something and he says "Oh Helll No!" before he punches / shoots / ejaculates on someone, I feel I have to dig a bunker under my porch to stop that phoney-baloney mailman imposter because he doesn't ring at all. And what would happen is, just as he starts to put the mail in my box (twss!), I would be all "Oh Helllll No!" and then I would ejaculate on him. Except it isn't the mailman, it's my landlord. Again. Okay...no more Pez© for medication.
Writing posts is easy!