mindless

"In a world, where nothing really happens, where being unhappy with your life and the direction it is taking is the status quo, one man will stand up for what he believes in, which is......uh.....ahem.......something?"
That would be the voiceover for the preview for the movie I would star in. It would be called "MindlessAutomatons".
I'm not really in a bad mood today, just wrote that for no apparent reason.
This new puppy is a walking shit and piss storm. What's weird is, I took her to the park today, and all she did was lead me to three different poop piles and try to eat them. What the hell sorta freak dog is this? Talk about a weird fetish. So she wants to eat poop, which has already been digested and crapped out by some other dog, and then digest it and poop it out again? IT HAS NO NUTRITIONAL VALUE LEFT. Dogs just don't think.
I was asked where I've been. Nowhere in particular. Just didn't have much to say. I get that way sometimes, where I'm sitting here staring at the screen, thinking what is the point of any of this, of anything? It won't matter this time tomorrow, what any of us say, will it? I mean, what life can I really truly affect with my little musings on recrapped dog feces? I dunno. I think that sometimes I think I think too much. I think. Maybe.

Music I'm listening to now: Cold. Yep. Oh, and if you wanna read some weird yet interesting stuff, clickHere