I don't blog about my candle making adventures, my family (with two thousand pictures of my kids), or my life as a housewife who makes quilts 24/7. I'm not some pretentious hipster who can't finish three sentences without using some form of the word "musing." I'm just here to laugh at society.
Showing posts with label motives. Show all posts
Showing posts with label motives. Show all posts

Friday, August 19, 2011

Sometimes...

Sometimes I feel like I can't make fun of politics because it'd be too easy.
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.