Hickory Dickory Dock

This ryhme's worth my old sock! The mouse ran up and now forgot, what it's like to die of shock.

Unlike my other posts, where I'm either constantly bitching or snitching, whining or just plain shining (lol wut?!?!?!), this post unfortunately has no purpose. I mean, if it was a living being I'd totally hate this post for the mere fact that it's so damn imbecile! It's useless and full of shit. It's so much like someone I know, it makes me wonder if really, posts and people could be twins, or what?

You see, posts like these are usually results of boredom, nothing-to-to-ness, and more boredom. What I fail to understand though, is the reason that's compelling me to write! To get this straight, I'm a) Not bored b) Definitely NOT jobless and c) Not a fan of useless posts. Actually, scratch that c. I am beginning to like the idea already!!

Now last night, I was aimlessly flooding random facebook profiles with my full-of-shite comments. Royal rapage, if I may. Oh and yeah (not relevant, don't get too excited YET folks!), I found this mysterious looking green gel in my drawer yesterday and for some reason it just doesn't look right to me. It's the kinda green that appears when something WASN'T originally green, you get what I mean? The kinda moldy, pasty, dull green. Ugh. FML

So I was watching St. Trinian's (dontask) and those ladies got some issues man! Like, one second they're hanging little girls off a flight of stairs, the next moment they're screwing royalty, and before you thought it couldn't get any worse, they're winning the bloody damn school challenge with the brains of an amoeba!!!!! Seriously, just WHERE did good ol' film making go?

I've been listening to Rihanna. Rihanna who? The same black haired blonde who got beaten up by a kid and then collapsed and then, wait for it, got BACK with him! Yes, I sold out. I've been listening to her croon. Not so bad, say I. But still, Reha(b)na!!

There's these odd looking kids staring at me like I killed the preseident, as I type this post. For why (omg so abhi!!), I wonder. Maybe it's because I get this weird fish face when I'm typing. Come on, admit it! Atleast 3 out of the 10 people who'll read this get that strange fish face or whatever you'd like to call it face while typing. It's a human thing. Can't touch this.

I'm through to the eighth paragraph and I'm still not making complete sense. All this when I haven't been under the "influence" of any drug or hmmm what's that..substance. Or alcohol. Or anything. No...nothing. I'm just writing. Typing? Yeah, that. It's like I'm mapping this portion of my head that ocassionally spills out some garb and all I gotta do is type till my fingers stage a protest. Maybe someday, like in another 100 years or so, man (or whoever it is that will roam on the surface of the earth)will be able to rightly decipher what it is that causes people to act like they're not thinking at all when actually they're thinking harder than they should be thinking, thinking people won't think that they're actually thinking thinking that the people who don't think actually think more than you think. OH HELL YEAH!!!!!



I are genie-ass.