xenos

I'm lacking in ideas... I don't think I'll ever be a writer. Doesn't bother me all that much though. I've got other plans. But sometimes I try to sit down and think about what exactly it is that I'm going to do with my life, and I sit down and I start to think... and the only thing that crosses my mind is, "I'm hungry... I wonder if there's something to snack on." Perhaps I have an eternal case of munchies... or, perhaps I have an eternal case of avoidance.

I think I want to be a robot. Or maybe a dog. Or maybe even a monkey. Then at least I could sit in a cage at the zoo and fling shit at people and they'd just laugh and think it's funny instead of trying to put me in jail for it. I hate it when people try to put me in jail. Jail sucks, and I don't tlike the food they serve. I'm hungry... I wonder if there's something to snack on...

I hate stream of conciousness writing. I makes no fucking sense. It goes nowhere and tells you nothing. Reveals no inner truths. Or something. I'm hungry...