Sometimes I feel like if llamas controlled everything, the world would be a better place.
Sometimes I get the feeling that women have a strange complex within themselves that force them to go after dudes who are obviously a lollapalooza of suck-fest-ness.
Sometimes at night I think something, then stop myself and say "no, that's retarded."
Sometimes I watch movies with subtitles in different languages.
Sometimes, when I hear "wish upon a star," I like to imagine some little alien wishing upon Earth from someplace far away.
Sometimes, when I go to social events and I notice people sitting off by themselves, reading or texting, I make fun of them, even though I'm sitting off alone making fun of people.
Sometimes I make random noises.
Sometimes I listen to Christmas music in the Summer.
Sometimes I intentionally put myself in a bad mood for no good reason.
Sometimes when I'm bored I talk to myself.
Sometimes when I'm walking around I skip just to weird people out.
Sometimes I make random lists about stuff.
Sometimes I feel inspired to do something, but waste it on some worthless piece of turd idea.
Sometimes I'm overly suspicious about other people's motives.
Sometimes I try to imagine what it'd be like if I wasn't alive, but it just hurts my brain, because if I wasn't alive I couldn't be thinking about being alive because I wouldn't know what being alive was like, and then *blam brain-a-splode*.
Sometimes when I concentrate I make funny faces.
Sometimes when I'm hyper I get shifty eyes.
Sometimes I can type like, 100 words a minute.
Sometimes I get fed up with the rules of society, which makes me want to study them so I can learn about how much they suck, just to justify my hating them.
Sometimes I'll spend up to an hour on Wikipedia clicking link after link learning as much as I can.
Sometimes I think it'd be fun to do something illegal.
Sometimes when people analyze everything I do it makes me hate them.
Sometimes all I feel like I need to be happy in this world is a good hug.
Sometimes I rhyme just because I can.
Sometimes I rhyme just because I can.
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