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After parties are for extroverts. For an introvert, getting out and going to a party can be trying enough. But going to ANOTHER party after you’ve just been to one? Forget that. PJs and slippers are calling. You guys have fun.
Hello Kitty should run for president. I don’t care that she’s Japanese and she’s fictional and she’s a cat. Her belief in friendship, fun and understanding would do so much to benefit this country. Imagine having a politician that doesn’t believe in lying and deceiving and pocketing money in order to vote for things that benefit big businesses and not regular people. Hello Kitty would be an awesome president.
I once talked to a girl who thought that it was morally wrong to kill too many animals on the computer game, Oregon Trail. You can only carry so much meat with you, the rest you have to leave. So she would never shoot too many squirrels or buffalo in case she couldn’t take it with her and had to “waste” the meat. Meanwhile, I had fun playing the hunting part of the game and would regularly kill more animals than I could carry with me. Here I thought it was just a computer game and no actual animals were harmed. Little did I know.
I once had a dream that I was directing a movie. There apparently wasn’t a script, so I said I would start by scouting locations. I found a house and instructed the set people to make it a house that was entirely appointed with Hello Kitty. Hello Kitty decor, Hello Kitty appliances, Hello Kitty everything. Finally, the set people finished and I did a final walk through of the house. It was the most Amazing Hello Kitty house I had ever seen. At the end of the tour I took the house keys from them and assured them that they had done an excellent job. When the set people asked me what I wanted them to do next, I said nothing. I proceeded to live in the house and adopt kitty cats. This is why no one should ever give me a modicum of power. I would abuse the shit out of it in my quest to obtain Hello Kitty stuff.
I wrote this poem a while ago and can’t remember what it was about exactly:
It’s hard to live for applause when you’re standing in an empty room, in a deserted building, in an abandoned town
It’s difficult to keep yourself from unraveling when the thread was pulled so many years ago and so far no one has noticed the pile of loose yarn on the floor
It’s next to impossible to keep the thoughts from coming and the impulses from presenting such innocent ideas like vehicular homicide
I’ve been on a quest to review TV shows and movies aimed at little girls and judging by the quality of the material they are being inundated with, I’m amazed that any of them are well balanced enough to manage taking duck-faced selfies all the time.
Somedays I want to write things on the walls. Words, phrases, song lyrics, poems, quotes, etc. But far too many crazy people have done that in movies, so I probably shouldn’t.
Organic food is one of those things that just irk me. A lot of people eat it and love it and can keep it to themselves. But others, don’t just eat organic food, they want the whole fucking world to know how morally superior they are for eating it. They’re going to be so much healthier, so much more intuned with the planet, they’re going to save the world by eating their adorable veggies and they want everyone to know that we, the ground swilling plebs that we are, are not. If you think you’re that much better than everyone else because you paid more for a banana, come back down to earth. Seriously.
Tim wrote Waffles a poem:
Hey little Waffler short and stout;
You’re the doggy that’s half Kraut;
I wanna kiss your puppy snout;
For that I have no doubts;
My cute waffle the cuddle scout!
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