Sunday, April 16, 2006

I Like to Waste Time


You listen good! Well, no, you can listen sort of half-heartedly. It's not all that important.

Course, you ain't really listening at all, is ya? No you is not. You be lookin', lookin' and readin', readin' and lookin', laughin' and lovin'.

I am a procrastinator, irrevocably and another big wordly. It's annoying. No matter how often I set out to do something in advance, the crap never freaking happens. It is now late again and I am expected to write an ARSELOAD of my screenplay for my class tomorrow.

I don't even want to do this screenplay anymore. I wish I'd done a different one. Boo hoo sandwich.

Gosh, I'm off my rocker.


I can write anything with the exception of what I need to write at this point in time. Anything at all. You want an essay about the health benefits of line dancing? SURE. Alphabetical listing of sexiest pop stars in the nation? GOOD AS DONE. But whatever I have to do that will allow me to go to bed sooner WILL INEVITABLY BE POSTPONED UNTIL THERE IS NO FURTHER HOPE.

You'd think I'd learn eventually but, no, never. It will never happen. I've thought it might one day for years and years and years but I always finish my work minutes before the deadline. It's not like it's going to ONE DAY bite me in the ass. It's been biting me in the ass the whole time and, let me tell you, that is not a good feeling. Non-stop ass-bite? My gosh, how unfortunate!

This blog entry is insane too. I bet it will get me lots of Google moneys. Adsense, you are going to pay out the nose for this one. Ads for line dancing and ass-bites will show up and these, I will tell you, are very popular ads.

What is the moral of this story? I think it is quite obvious:

Don't read my blog.


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