The_annoying_one

I think you have a problem, atomicnumatt.

I’m just thinking about what to think about.

I hereby abolish all Thursdays, in the name of nameraka!

A few weeks ago, I texted my sister something about cough syrup. It came out “coffee th syrup”. Autocorrect can go to hell.

Damn…I knew I was doing something wrong….

What did Thursday ever do to you?

Somehow tastes so much worse coming out than it does going in. Shocking, I know.

I slept until noon today for the first time in a while. It was fucking glorious.

One cannot simply be taught to excel.

Bots are born? Huh….learn something new every day, I guess.

My bookcase is full of CDs, DVDs, and video games. Also, it’s built into my bedroom wall, where a window to the backyard used to be.

George Clooney was never Batman. Never.

Slightly off-topic but not really: My friend/neighbor once told me that I need to avoid all movies/TV/music/video games produced in the 2000s because they’re all implanted with some sort of evil spyware. Not enough tinfoil hats for everybody, I guess.

Chilly and rainy here today. Supposed to rain almost non-stop for the next 2 days, courtesy of Hurricane Nicole.

That and more. Yeah, as long as we fuck up my town first.

I get knocked down, but I get up again.

But I’m from the south. >_>

Pro-Tip: Don’t call someone at 11:30 AM and ask “can I stop by your house for a minute?”, then stay for 5 fucking hours. Also, don’t start randomly cleaning shit that they didn’t ask you to clean, then manipulate them into helping you clean said shit. This has been happening a LOT lately. And I get that people just want to help me out, and I do appreciate it to an extent. But if anyone really wants to help, there’s only one thing I really need: One fucking day to myself! Is that really too much to ask?

No need to apologize, dude.

I use a phone alarm and a clock because I can be very hard to wake up…usually.

Woke up an hour earlier than I needed to, and didn’t even realize it until I’d been up for about a half-hour. I blame you. Not really.

But…like…I’m comfortable on my bed…and my head hurts…so…um…yeah…

“The cheeseburger included meat, cheese, and bun.” Hooooly shiiiiit. My mind is BLOWN.

I haven’t just been in the zone. I AM the zone.

I feel like I should be doing something, but I don’t know what it is. Also, I don’t actually feel like doing a damn thing. This would be quite the conundrum if I actually cared.