t3chmonkey

Sometimes when I get bored, I brush my teeth for fun.
It's friday night and guess what I'm fucking doing.
I could talk about my friday morning, which started thursday night, but my own happiness always sounds like bragging to me.

So I'll try not to be happy about that.

I sense a plan forming in my head. These things are not announced to me until they are finished, because that gives my mind a chance to do it before my conscience is able to look things over on a saftey check.

You might even think I'm kidding.
But I am getting so tired ofjoking.